It just isn’t possible. I simply cannot believe this day has happened already.
This is absolutely, totally, and in all other ways inconceivable.
What is it that happens to time as we get older, as our children get older?
My pregnancy with The Tackler took about three years, I swear. I was going to pregnant forever, it dragged on so long.
But Lil Diva’s… even suffering through the Hottest Austin Summer On RECORD, it still appeared to move much quicker than The Tackler’s. Because at the same time, he was growing and changing by leaps and bounds, acting as some sort of fast forward on life.
And this last year…. it’s been a blur and in no way feels as though an entire year has passed. Where did the *@%&ing time go?
If I think about it too long, I’ll get teary eyed. Because while I love my children, they are hard work. My family lives far away. I’m getting “up” in years. I sleep like total crap when I’m pregnant (and newborns aren’t exactly known for letting one rest). I honestly don’t think a third child, even if I get that baby itch again, would be good for my marriage. CG and I don’t get much alone time as it is and without the family support structure, I just think we would run each other down.
So Lil Diva is most likely my last baby.
And she’s growing up too damn fast.
Here is a quick view of Lil Diva At One Year:
- Climbs things up to a foot tall. She somehow uses that baby flexibility to fold her leg up to her ear and gain leverage to haul herself up. This includes the stairs.
- Speed walks, just shy of running. Mall walkers have nothing on her speed. You blink and she’s gone 30 feet.
- Kitty Cat Wrangling – You wouldn’t think that’s a milestone, but she’s quite good at getting the cats, particularly Shaft to go and stay where she wishes for petting/cuddling/tackling purposes.
- Has no problems streaking if you aren’t quick to put on her diaper after bath/shower time.
- While she isn’t really speaking, she does use “Dada” and “all done” with great accuracy. She also says “E-I-E-I” thanks to the “Old MacDonald” song. Her understanding of what you’re saying is quite remarkable, as you can ask to get something and she often will get the correct object.
- Loves to “read.”
- Loves to cuddle, whether it be human, stuffed animal, doll, pillow pet, boppy, or cat.
- She already has the flair for drama and will let you know when she is displeased with your actions (or inaction, such as not feeding her fast enough).
- She has six teeth, although two are only part way there. Four on the top, two on the bottom.
- She has stopped yanking my hair at every opportunity.
- She loves to swing.
- She can fold herself into very small spaces.
- She has firm decorating opinions and will rearrange any store’s that do not meet her standards.
- She loves to dance. Favorite songs are: Chuggington Theme Song, anything by Nightwish, & Everybody Everybody.
- She loves most of Tackler’s toys, particularly possible choking hazards. And the trains, balls, and Mickey Mouse figurine.
- She will play catch with herself, by tossing the ball, running after it, and repeating for the next 5-15 minutes.
- She loves Gerber Crunchies. It was only thing she’d consistently eat when sick.
- She’s already a “mommy” and loves to put her baby doll in the new stroller she got for her birthday.
- She’s already showing interest in chess.
- She loves to plop into your lap when you sit on the floor.
- Conquering the baby latches on the cupboards.
- Climbing out of crib.
- Bribing her brother to leave open the baby gate leading upstairs.
Well… maybe not that last one…. Yet.
I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.
I just wish tomorrow would take its sweet time getting here.
Because The Banshee is finally hibernating (hopefully at least until the next round of teething). And I want to keep my Cuddle Monster as long as possible.