And We Have A One Year Old!!

Oh Boy!! He's officially a toddler and I'm officially in denial. Okay, it was one thing to get pregnant and have a baby. The sheer bewilderment of my body expanding and changing in ways previously unthinkable to compensate the growth of a tiny human being was just magnificent. Theo's birth and navigating this new territory called 'parenthood' has been an equal combination of extraordinary and so-damned-sleep-deprived-I-usually-see-two -of-everything-and-hear-weird-noises-that-really-don't-exist (and our pediatrician cracked a joke today that he'd only be worried if I was doing what I just mentioned~to which I played stupid and shook my head in a -no-not-me-kind of way). But now I'm a mama to a one year old and it's new territory to me.

He threw a temper tantrum in Target this week. Screamed so loud that I actually backed away from the cart for two seconds and played it off like he wasn't mine. I was a lost mama!

I mean, in the beginning I had no problem putting him on my breast to eat . I was very very very scared to clip his fingernails but I did. I prayed to not let him slip out of my arms the first few times I bathed him.

I thought by now we knew each other well. Then the Target ordeal~ when he threw his head back (and let me tell you~the helmet hitting the grocery cart did not make me look any better) and assumed an exact replica of a tiny being with rigormortis, screaming louder than most anything I've ever heard (all because I took a hanger away from him)....well, like I said, for about two seconds I tried to get away....and then quickly reminded myself that this is my kid. My one year old.

We've got alot of new learning to do. But it's all good. Theo is changing. He's not very baby-like at all anymore. He cuddles with Eric and I now and wraps his arms around us while resting his head on our shoulders. He screams and pitches a fit if he doesn't get what he wants. He smells like sweetness and food and a hard days' worth of play. He waves, blows kisses, gives high five's and points his finger at things he's interested in. He didn't seem to care a bit about the organic vanilla cupcakes I made him for his birthday (and here I was stressing for the last three weeks about actually giving him sugar) but loved goat cheese with herbs-de-provence and multigrain crackers more than chocolate buttercream frosting. Who knew?

So it's a new chapter. Whole milk and ice cream. A Retro-Rocket to ride and a remote control car to drive around the house with Daddy. Crazy fits that freak Mama out. But best of all, a healthy little dude that we get to watch grow and change and blossom into his own independent self.