I knew I wanted to document Ellie’s growth and progression in monthly baby photos but I wanted to do something other than the standard number on a onesie. Don’t get me wrong – I think those are super adorable but I wanted to see if we could come up with something a little out of the box. I tend to like to complicate simple things, even when I have a brand new baby apparently…
“Motherhood is glamorous,” said no one ever.
I remember reading Jenny McCarthy’s book “Belly Laughs” on our babymoon in Cabo and dying of laughter as I related to all the insane things that were happening to her body during her pregnancy. Seriously, The Blue Twinkies and Pig in Pasture chapters had me falling off my beach chair.
Now that I’ve started planning for Ellie’s second birthday party, I figured it was time to share details from her first birthday party. In other words, procrastinating for 11 months is long enough.
We turned our backyard into a Lemonade Stand and served “elLe-monade” (get it? wink wink) – regular and spiked of course, because aren’t first birthday parties about the adults too!?
I think every parent would like to know what makes a child a good eater. Is it part of the disposition they’re born with? Does it have to do with what Mom eats while pregnant? Is it the foods they’re fed when their young?
I forget exactly how the quote goes but it’s basically about the moments in life that matter being the ones that happen “in between” or when you’re not expecting or forcing them. Although I’m a planner and am particular about things being the way I like them, I realize more and more that the good stuff comes when plans aren’t being made, when moments just happen on their own. I had a small example of that happen today. I was taking pictures of Ellie quietly eating her snack by the back door (a rare occurrence that must be documented). It was a cute moment that looked like it could make a cute picture. But what happened next was even better.
This Mother’s Day will be my second. I remember being surprised last year at how much the holiday meant to me, and how happy it made me. I was in the Mommy-club, and surprisingly I felt like I belonged, like I earned my spot. My baby was almost 9 months old, I was starting to settle into our “new normal” and the first couple months were fortunately just far enough away to start becoming a blur. So on that Mother’s Day, I felt good. I felt PROUD.
Is there such a thing as the witching hour for 20 month olds? I swear, it’s like we’ve time-traveled back to when Ellie was a tiny newborn and evenings were … scary. I thought we were in the clear. Not so much.
Ellie is 19 months today (side note: I’m going to be sad to stop counting months soon!) and for the last week or so has been peeing on the potty just about every time we sit her down on it. We do it strategically – like after bath when she always seems to need to pee – or after her milk, right before bedtime. This picture was taken a week or so ago – when she was good about staying seated for awhile. Now she’s in the habit of jumping up mid-stream to celebrate: “Yay Ellie!!!” she says while clapping her hands enthusiastically. She’s usually not done, but is excited to dump the peepee into the big potty (“Ellie do it!” but if she did herself there would be pee everywhere) and then start over. Last night she did this 3 times, and peed each time. The fact that she can cut her peeing into thirds is pretty impressive, haha. She doesn’t go on the potty at daycare but they’ve recommended we start potty training her in the next couple months.
I ran into two moms this morning who were dropping off their babies at daycare for the first time and it brought me right back to Ellie’s first day and I remembered how much of a mess I was. I would like to think my reaction was typical: tears when I arrived, tears when I left, and then all day spent looking at pictures of her and racing to pick her up as early as possible. Everyone told me then – and it’s what I told both mommas I ran into today- it gets easier. It really does. No day is as hard as that first day.
I’m not totally sure why this feels like such a mile marker for me. I’ve been referring to this day for a couple weeks as “Ellie’s Birthday” and Chris keeps rolling his eyes and correcting me: “It’s her HALF Birthday.” Yea, yea, but she’s EIGHTEEN months old! She’s actually an age you can describe without using months. She’s one and a half years old. Tomorrow she will be closer to two years old than one.