I can’t actually believe that I’m writing this right now. I’ve been pretty bad at keeping up on posting (3 months?! oops), but this little milestone deserves at least one post. What can I say, life is pretty full for us at the moment, and that’s a good thing. We’ve had graduations, showers, lots of family events, time with friends old and new, and life is just whirling past me like it’s no big deal. I’m really trying not to be overly sentimental, but I’m sitting here on the eve of our firstborn’s first birthday, and that’s a pretty deal in my eyes.
First of all, by the grace of God, Elijah is doing SPLENDIDLY! He’s healthy, thriving, and growing, and it’s so amazing to have a front-row seat to his little developing personality. He’s so fun, happy (really, joyful- the way his eyes light up an entire room just melts my heart and causes me to fall more in love with him every day!), silly, playful, trusting, brave, SWEET!, beautiful (in the most masculine sense of course, hehe). He’s eager to try new things, although sometimes cautious, pretty content most of the time, occasionally intense and easily frustrated. He loves eating (seriously- he eats everything presented to him and in a very voracious manner as if he will not get another opportunity in approximately 4 hours). He’s so independent, trying to feed himself with a spoon (not well, mind you), holding his “big boy” straw cup and taking sips intermittently at will. He’s pulling up, cruising, and starting to stand independently, with walking being just a tiny bit farther on the horizon (I’m guessing 13ish months). He’s in 18-24 month size clothes. He’s in size 4 shoes (not that he ever wears any).
He is INFATUATED with dogs- “dah” being his primary word of choice the last week or two. He pretty much wakes up saying “dah, dah” and wants to go see where Sadie is and what she’s up to. He literally gets this gleeful chuckle when we read his favorite books and we turn to the page with a dog. I always say “where’s the puppy?” in a goofy voice and he loves it! Books, oh man, that boy is loving his books right now. I’ll notice that it’s been a little too quiet for my comfort level for a few minutes and I’m worried he’s getting into something, but he’s usually just made his way to his book basket in the living room or is pulling every book of the shelf in his room and has the pages open to about 12 books, all surrounding him. He loves to turn pages, and gets really excited on certain pages. He enjoys reading the same book about 4-6 times in a row. He says “mama” and “dada” occasionally, and it’s definitely more purposeful in the last couple of weeks than it previously has been. He really enjoys going on walks in the jogging stroller around the neighborhood, swinging at the park (or at Mimi’s & Geepaw’s house), playing in big pools and his kiddie pool, getting out pots and pans and tupperware, playing peek-a-boo, being tickled ferociously, trying to play with Sadie (which sadly isn’t reciprocated always), dancing with Mama in the living room, checking out the garden with Daddy, bath time with Daddy, playing with his cousins, spending weekends with both sets of grandparents. Oh, I could go on and on about this boy of ours.
Let me just add that I legitimately *don’t* understand how single parents do it. Being a mom is fantastic, amazing, and downright blissful at times, but my gosh it’s really hard so much of the time. Being a SAHM for the entire first year of my baby’s life has been the biggest blessing to say the least (more to come on another post about that in the very near future). I wouldn’t trade it for the world. But let me just say, that EVERY single day after my husband came in the door, he dropped work and embraced his father role immediately- literally in the form of usually promptly changing his diaper, followed many nights by giving him a bath, getting his dinner ready, bringing my water bottle while I nursed, making dinner while I nursed, feeding E while I made dinner, getting E in PJs, reading him a story, etc. That man is my rock. I am so, so, so grateful for who he is and his heart for his family. Also, pretty much every night since Elijah has slept in his crib and we’ve done the whole “bedtime routine”, Stanley takes him from me after he finishes nursing and goes and prays over him before he lays him in his crib. THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is called “qualities you need to look for in a potential mate”.
And speaking of nursing, I EARNED MY GOLD BOOBIES! Ok, that’s corny and a little disturbing, but it’s a little joke in the blogosphere. I am beyond proud of myself and E for making it to that “gold-standard” one year mark. Even as I nursed him before bed tonight, I thought, “wow, I’ve nursed him for 364 days STRAIGHT”. Not even one day off, true story. Ok, just for fun, let’s do the math. Let’s say the first month I nursed 10x a day (that’s putting it lightly on some days), about 8x a day for months 2 & 3, about 7x a day for months 4 & 5, about 6x a day for months 6-7, 5x a day for months 8-9, 4x a day for months 10-11, and now we’re down to 3x a day. *Roughly* 2,460 times have I fed that baby! Honestly, that is a conservative estimate. There were always those marathon cluster feeding days. Even when I was sore from birth, sick, tired, and just plain EXHAUSTED from it (in those first few weeks), I bit the bullet and whipped ’em out. And l am SO glad I did. I am so glad that I spent countless hours reading books and pretty much every article on the internet about breastfeeding. And everything that goes wrong, because a few of those things happened and we still pushed through it. But all in all, we’ve had a great nursing relationship and it’s been a great decision for us. I will forever cherish those memories, literally hours every day spent in-arms with him. And now that he’s older and so busy, it’s really the only time he’ll be still (sort of?) and just chill for a bit. But no reason to get all sappy, because he’s not weaned yet, and although he’s cut down to 3x a day (it was 4, but I kind of encouraged him dropping a feeding the past week), we’re still going strong and I want him to keep that morning, nap time, and bedtime session a little while longer.
Also, I’m *pretty much* back to my pre-pregnancy weight, so that’s always encouraging. Now to actually get some muscle back instead of flab would be nice, but I think that’s already happening because of how much/often I have to pick that little goober up and carry him.
Thank you, God, for keeping our baby healthy and alive for one whole year. We are so looking forward to seeing all his years unfold!