Two weeks ago my baby turned 1.
It is still unfathomable to me how big he’s gotten. It’s almost like he knows too, that he passed some sort of milestone. In the past two weeks he started standing on his own, then walking on his own (!!!), he’s started babbling/talking, he plays much more independently. We’ve also transitioned to real milk and weened off the bottle & breast, leaving us a sippy cup only family! In two weeks time, I’ve gone from being the mother of a baby to the mother of a toddler. While I mourn the departing babyhood, I’m excited to get to know this new boy.
He’s funny, he laughs a lot. He is curious, he picks up everything and anything and tries to figure it out. He is kind, he loves sharing his food and toys and everything with his family. He’s a ham- if you laugh at something he does, he’ll continue to do it over and over and OVER again, just to keep making you laugh. He’s stubborn! We’ve ventured into the world of temper tantrums, of completely losing his shit if he doesn’t get what he wants.
I also have to think about setting better examples, such as NOT LAUGHING when he does something he’s not supposed to do, even if it’s cute and sort of funny, such as feeding his food to the dog or touching things he’s not supposed to touch and knows it. It’s really hard when he goes for the DVD player or TV buttons, and he looks at me with that impish grin that says “look at what I’m about to do…I know better, but I’m going to do it anyway and I’m looking to see what you’re going to do about it…!” I want to burst out laughing because he’s just such a cute little shit, but YOU CAN’T! MUST.NOT.ENCOURAGE.BAD.BEHAVIOR! And then, of course, I have to scold my parents, who are notorious for laughing at things just like this. I haven’t figured out if they’re laughing because he’s just so cute about it or if they’re laughing because they’ve been waiting almost 30 years to see this stuff come full circle. KHARMA- SHE’S QUITE A BITCH! Probably both.
Also, the week he turned one, we started taking him to a new baby-sitter. We had some issues with our previous one and I really wanted to move him to someone with more experience and structure. We found a fabulous lady and I’m so so happy with his new placement, but it was a definite transition, filled with separation anxiety and new routines. Hopefully we won’t be making another move for a long time.
So that’s what life with a one year old is looking like these days. I think I like it!