How do parents do this, watch their babies grow up, and not lose their shit?
I know the next stage is going to be great, but I’m really going to miss this baby thing. I was telling my mom the other day that the only memories I have of him as a tiny (ok, he was never really tiny) baby were only from pictures and videos we have. My memory is so foggy from all the super awesome depression and anxiety in the beginning, not to mention the lack of sleep for the past year. And to think, I used to be the one who remembered EVERYTHING.
I have been savoring every single moment with this guy. Every noise and movement he makes is forever embedded into my memory. The little coos he makes when he’s nursing, the monster growls, the squeals of joy, the mama’s dada’s and uh-bah!’s. He hi-fives, low-fives and waves bye bye. The crawling, on one or both knees, the army crawl, the kneeling and standing, and cruising. Soon he’ll be walking, something I’m truly not ready for. Cause that will mean he’s really not a baby anymore, he’ll be a toddler just toddling around on those fat legs, getting into everything I think he can’t get into. I told Katrina I was going to break his kneecaps so he couldn’t walk.
Aside from naps he’s been sleeping fairly well (except for this last week, which I blame on him being sick and throwing him off. THANKS COLD.). One night, he slept 13 hours straight! I don’t think I’ve ever slept that long, and I didn’t that night because I don’t think I’m capable of getting a full night’s sleep evereverever again.
I’m in the party planning mode, which is a lot of fun because I love playing hostess. But, there’s so much going on this month, especially the days before his birthday that, as Rob said, I’m setting myself up for a shit show. While that may be true, his party is going to be the greatest first birthday party of all time, hands down. And I will be crying into my wine glass all day long.