That's a stupid title.
Well...better late than never. I've been meaning to write this since you were born and now you're just shy of 1...so at least I still get this in in the first season...just bumping up against the season finale. What will it bring...probably a whole lot of "yay" from your mother and I and a whole lot of "meh" from you...or possibly "ooh, grab the sock and...wait...this can go in my mouth as well...nomnomnom"
So the point of this blog, which I'm not advertising or really letting anyone know I"m writing...also, sorry about the run-ons...it's just something I do, stream of consciousness, pippip and all that. The point! Raising kids is weird...you're responsible for this little person, there's no one checking in on you and you don't get graded at the end of the year to see if you go on. Everyone graduates! What sort of screwed up system is this?
I was going to get to the reason. I want a history of raising you. The good the bad the ugly and poopy and vomitous and slobbery and awesome and joyous. I wish I had this from my father....I think I could've learned things about myself...about him adn my mother. History is hard without original sources so that's a bit of what I"m trying to provide. Granted I'm a bit late and I'll try and go back and fill in what I remember of this first year. My goal is to fill this out at least once a week...we've been taking yearly pics calling them Season 1, Episode XX (however many weeks you are)(I think this last one was episode 47) so that's what I"m going for.
Season1 Episode 47 - today is Mar24 and weirdly I'm listening to Punchline which iTunes randomly played. Haven't listened to them in years.
You're moving onto taking one nap a day which is good for transferring to the toddlers room at CMS, but is bad for the transitioning because it means you'll be more tired in the evening and fewer naps so fewer times to do stuff when you're home. However, more time to do stuff with you. I like both so there we are.
Honestly, i can't think of anything exciting you've done in the last week...sorry. You've been saying dadadadadda for a while...and sometimes it's in my general direction but I'm still not sure you associate it with me. I think you've linked up mama mamma with your mother though. You babble it whenever i have you and you want to go to her.
We're still putting you to bed and letting you go to sleep on us. I read that we should have moved past this stage and it'll just make it worse for us in the future, but dammit, I love having you go to sleep on my shoulder. I don't know how long it'll last and I want to savior every minute. I'll pay the price later with the screaming and yelling and heyheyhey it hurts me.
Everything is nomable....we're having trouble keeping things out of your mouth. Especially the box in front of the entertainment center. You keep going for the corners and chewing on those until we tell you to stop. However, today, I was watching out the window, saw what you were doing out of the corner of my eye. You chewed on the corner and looked up to see if I was paying attention. I did look, so you tried one more time and looked at me. When I didn't turn to see you, you moved onto other things. So you're already testing things...pushing limits. Which is cool and obnoxious all at once. Cool in that you're trying to establish boundaries and such. Obnoxious 'cause stop it!
So at this point it's midnight and I've been up to midnight the last 2 nights. It's really tiring..and then you wake up at 630 which just isn't cool. And your mom isn't getting up in the morning...she's less of a morning person than I am. Plus she has to get up and feed you in the middle of the night so I suppose it's only fair. But dammit, it's 630 and I need my beauty rest. Anywhoo, you'll be up in the morning so I should go.
I want this to be honest I think 'cause there are many times I lament the loss of my free time and there's so much additional stuff to do...diapers and food and tiny dirty clothes oh my. But you're still the best and coolest thing I've ever done so in the end it'll all be worth it. Unless you turn into a homicidal monster. I think I know when to have the sex talk...I'm a little more unsure on when the "don't butcher folk with a machete" talk comes. Three? Four? I'm sure I'll figure it out.
