This week my son turned 1. It was a momentous day even though we didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. (Neither my husband nor I are into big birthday celebrations). We went to baby bounce at the library like we do every Wednesday, came home and napped (although that day he struggled with his afternoon nap; maybe he was too excited), he got to open some presents (or more like watch daddy open them for him), and got a taste of his first cupcake, with frosting and all. I normally do not bake, but in honor of his birthday, I slaved over a no sugar carrot cake recipe from wholesomebabyfood.com. It was okay….I think the cream cheese frosting saved it, although CC seemed to prefer the cake over the frosting.
The night before his birthday, while we were getting ready to go to sleep, I commented to Larry how exactly a year ago this time, we were on our way to the hospital with me in the throes of contractions, instead of lying comfortably in bed as I was now. Amazing how much can change in just one year. Since that night, our lives have not been the same. I no longer go anywhere without the diaper bag (which renders all the purses and bags hanging in my closet useless). There’s no longer the option of sleeping in, even on a Saturday morning. A night out means having dinner at 5:30 and getting home by 7 so that we can put CC to bed. We go to restaurants equipped with our own clip on high chair and stick on placemat, and we tend to frequent those that give us plenty of space and have gracious servers that don’t give us dirty looks when we leave with food scraps strewn under our table. Ah, the joys of parenthood!
Despite the drastic lifestyle changes, this past year for me has been filled with delight as I witness with wonder each day the growth of this “little person.” I’m getting to know my son and it’s fascinating. He’s a curious little boy, always craning his neck when he’s in the stroller to see the world around him. He approaches tasks with fierce focus and concentration (definitely gets that from Larry and not me). He loves books and flipping pages. Since he started cruising, I can tell he’s the cautious type and not a big risk taker. Every move he makes is calculated like a rock climber looking for his next foothold. He’s learned to use many of the baby signs I taught him (clock, bear, dog, cat, elephant, fish, baby, train, plane, car, butterfly, rabbit, cheese), but he won’t use the ones that would actually be helpful to me in knowing what he wants (milk, eat, diaper, more). He likes to eat and will pretty much eat anything, and will get very impatient when food is not ready (definitely gets that from me). He’s a good sleeper and is generally very regular and scheduled with his naps and bedtime (which is great for me!). All in all, I would describe CC as a happy one year old boy.
I’m truly thankful to the Lord for this past year and for all that I’ve learned. Mostly I’m thankful to Him for bringing this little person into our lives and I look forward to a lifetime of getting to know him.