Oh Posey, the countdown to your first birthday is on. Today you are 11 months old.
It doesn’t feel like a year ago that you came into this world and changed everything.
You’re the happiest sweetest baby. You’re pulling up now, so you love to crawl over to me, grab onto my shirt, get to your feet, and then throw yourself onto me for a hug.
You put up with your brother’s love of wrestling and you’re good natured enough to not take it personally when he takes a toy out of your hand.
Today you went into the church nursery without crying, which was the first tear-free drop off in a long while. (You did start crying when you saw me at pick up. I’ll take that, though.)
You’re basically a dream baby. You have a great appetite and have yet to meet a food you don’t like. You go down for naps and bedtime easily, sleeping for at least 12 hours most nights. These days you’re even easier to put down for the night than Harry, who is trying every stall tactic in the book lately.
This change, from a high-needs baby in your early days to a super easy baby as you close out your first year, is proof to me of what I said a few days ago: we are never stuck where we are. Things always change. Things get better.
I wish I could go back and tell myself that last winter, when I had a newly-turned 2 year old and a newborn: it gets better.
It’s pretty great these days.
You are a joy, pure and simple.
I’m so thankful we belong to each other.