the only thing i can think of is....i can't believe we survived. im alive, emersons alive and thomas is alive. the memory of the panic i felt when people would say, "oh it will get better, just get through that first year" is still palpable for me. i kept thinking there was no way i would make it. time goes by during all those moments and somehow we come out the other side just fine. nothing in the world can bring you to the brink of tears AND the edge of a cliff in the same day except parenting! it is the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. one minute your heart is fine and where it should be, the next it's in your stomach, and then in your throat and sometimes dashed on the floor. ultimately, it's just no longer yours anymore and floats along with your energetic, haphazard little one.
being a one year old.
i am bigger than average. especially my feet but mostly my head thats the size of a large 3 year olds.
i have a lot of crazy faces - am chatty like mom and goofly like dad.
i eat like a champ - zucchini is my favorite.
i am super ticklish....anywhere....anytime.
i like to go outside - to show this i drag both shoes to the door and pout until im found.
i love yoga and my downward dog is better than moms.
the mobile mom made me is in shambles because i can now reach it. i play in my crib all the time.
if anyone needs to know how to take up an entire king sized bed when your 2.5 ft tall, i can show you.
my favorite show is pocoyo. but i only get to watch it once in a while. or a lot when im sick.
i love the things im not supposed to get into the most. like cords, plugs, lamps, leaves and dirt.
i can walk. i always go where ever mom is not, those are the best places...someone should tell her
im a budding chef like mom, but i think my kitchen is cleaner than hers.
mom thinks im the cutest thing ever! and i would have to agree.
love,
t & k
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