Time Capsule- One Year Old

This blog was forged as a way to document my experience as a Mom, but also as a time capsule that I hope Sadie can look back on one day. That being said, today’s post highlights Sadie’s life at one year old (and almost a month in).

Prior to being Sadie’s Mom, I didn’t really like babies. I thought of them as giant, personality-less blobs. Would way rather play with a dog than a baby :)-

But now that I own one of these blobs, I am truly amazed by what Sadie can do/loves/can say/is learning at 12 months.

Without further ado, here are some highlights of one-year-old Sadie.

Her favorite things to do are:

  • Putting on and taking off her collection of 15 different plastic necklaces
  • Putting on and taking off her collection of hats
  • Putting on and taking off her collection of shoes
  • Climbing into and out of any box she can find (her rolling wagon, milk crates, diaper boxes, camping coolers, her old Baby Box)
  • Watching people walk by our house out her open window and saying ‘Hed-Do!’ (Hello) to them just as they’re out of view so they have to look around and wonder who said that
  • Presenting her plastic bath toy animals to you and making you put them all in a new spot in the room so that she can go get them and make you hide them all again
  • Pulling off her socks and shoes while she’s in the stroller and wiggling her naked toes in the air
  • Pulling down her shirt and pointing to her boobies and then looking expectantly at you to do the same (one day she wore a really stretchy shirt and spent all day pulling it down and admiring her chest; it launched a habit)
  • Pulling up her shirt and looking at her bellybutton and then looking expectantly at you to do the same
  • Lining up all of her toiletry products from her diaper change table in her windowsill and making you say the product names (gets particularly excited about sunscreen and makes fake grunting noises when trying to pick up the too-heavy Vaseline jar)
  • Practicing her letter sounds with foam letters in the bath (every sound is ‘AAAAAA’, apparently)
  • Giving pinecones to Mom and Dad on the front lawn as presents (each parent gets an equal amount of pinecones; very equitable with the sharing)
  • Pretending to pulverize pinecones in her little hands (paired with grunting noise for emphasis)
  • Passing you every single stuffed animal in her crib to name as soon as she wakes up (there are 7 of them)
  • Opening up her board books to certain pages that she likes and then sitting on them
  • Climbing up her learning tower like a spider monkey and then screaming excitedly as she tries to topple herself over in it
  • Driving her wheeled wagon into walls and then saying ‘Hep’ when she’s stuck against a wall somewhere (doesn’t know how to reverse it yet)
  • Pointing at birds out her bedroom window and saying ‘Bur’
  • Seeing birds from within her stroller and cawing at them
  • Seeing dogs from within her stroller and barking at them
  • Flushing the toilet while Mommy is still using it
  • Singing ‘THUN-DER’ (it sounds more like DUN-DER) when Daddy or I sing the intro to ‘Thunderstruck’ (pretty funny party trick)

That’s what I can think of for now. She surprises me every day, my little blob, with how funny and entertaining she is. I can’t wait to read this blog post back to her one day and have a laugh.

For now, though, thank YOU for reading this summation of who my little person is at this moment. We haven’t gotten out too much these days with Covid, so now you have a better idea what Sadie has been up to these days from afar. She is most definitely Not a blob!

XO, Em

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She’s Still My Christmas Morning

I remember the first week that we got to take Sadie home from the hospital. We had one of those big cardboard Baby Boxes from the maternity clinic and we had placed it on top of our dresser at the foot of our bed.

I worried and fussed that she would fall off the dresser in her box, and obsessively pushed it further and further back against the wall until there was No way in Hell our 3-day-old baby would be able to roll off the dresser. (New mom thoughts- the child did not move from its back-sleeping position more than one inch in any direction until at least 3 months. Anyhow- safety first.)

I had set the Baby Box up there as a pregnant lady, having no idea what was coming next. Just that a baby was coming into our house soon, we needed somewhere for it to sleep, and I wanted to be close to it when it was sleeping.

I remember putting Sadie, all swaddled up to sleep, into that box for the first time and thinking ‘Oh my God. We made a Person. We have a Person that lives in our room and sleeps in a box at the foot of our bed. This is Wild!’

I remember trying to sleep and straining my ears to hear her little noises coming from the box. At some point, I finally fell asleep.

I remember waking up at first light and feeling like it was Christmas morning. As soon as my eyelids unsealed, I remembered that there was a tiny person, sleeping in a box at the foot of my bed and I couldn’t Wait to see her!

I popped out of bed like a piece of toast and ran over to check on her. Her perfect little face, her exquisite nose. I remember my heart feeling like it was going to pop from the excitement and joy of having her in my home, and getting to wake up to her perfect little face every day.

I remember feeling bowled over by the intensity of the emotion and thinking ‘Holy Shit. These feelings are so powerful! Moms Certainly can’t feel like this for Ever! There’s got to be a point where every morning doesn’t feel like Christmas Morning anymore.’

And here we are, 13 days from Sadie’s first birthday, and she’s still my Christmas Morning. She sleeps in like her Mama, so I get the honor of waking her up every day. Every morning as I walk down the hall to her room, I’m already filling my lungs with enough air to squeal out my customary morning greeting. I swing open the door, lean into her crib and squeal ‘Baaaaabbbbbbbyyyyyyyyyy!’

And that little poppet always shoots her sleeping little head right up and gives me a Giant, rosy-cheeked, sweaty-haired ear to ear grin.

Yes, the intensity of the feelings isn’t what it was in those first few weeks of being her Mama (and thank the Lord for that!), but it’s still here, every day, that feeling of gratitude that we got to make a person, bring it into our home, and have it live with us.

My little person is almost a year old now. I have photos and videos that can show me how, but I still can’t fathom how the time passed. But I remember, like it was yesterday, bringing that little present home and wondering how long I would get to feel so much joy.

So far- there doesn’t seem to be a limit. 🙂