Monday, March 21, 2016

JSS: Twelve Months

Happy twelve months (one year!) to our sweet Jacob!

Jacob is officially one year old.  A toddler!  He continues to be consistent with sleep.  His bath is from 7:30-8:00, and he splish splashes with dad every night.  He then goes his bedtime routine complete with lotion and snuggles/bottle, and is usually asleep by 8:15/8:30.   His dad leads the nighttime routine, and enjoys snuggling and bonding with Jacob.

He is INCREDIBLY active.  He takes swimming lessons, and the spring edition of his music/dance class begins again in a week or two.  He's taken swimming lessons for six months now, and it's paying off - he LOVES the water!   He crawls incredibly fast - look out, world! - and took his first step on March 13th.  On March 16th, he took four steps in a row - and has continued to do that every day since.

Jacob can eat just about anything (except honey and legumes).  He loves yogurt, crackers, chicken, and oranges.  He had whole milk for the first time on March 5, and continues to get about two ounces of whole milk in every bottle.  He eats table food for 2 meals a day, plus two snacks.  He loves "pouches" (fruit/vegetable combinations served in pouch form) and much prefers to feed himself.  (We  primarily follow the Baby Led Weaning technique for most table food).

Jacob can clap (and say "clap"), he drinks out of a sippy cup on his own.  He waves, goes "lalalala" intentionally.  He LOVES peek-a-boo.

He had his first serving of SUGAR (cupcake) for his first-birthday party and LOVED it.  (#sweettooth)  He loves balloons, and people, and being outside.

Jacob, I've said it before and I'll say it again:  you are a JOY.  The best joy of my life.  I am honored to be your mama.  Happy, happy birthday, sweet boy.

Month one // Month two // Month three // Month four // Month five // Month six //Month seven // Month eight // Month nine // Month ten // Month eleven

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Tomorrow he is one

Tomorrow he will be one.

This has been the best year of my life.

It has been the hardest year of my life.

It’s been the most emotional, the deepest, the sweetest, the loveliest. 

Jacob was born a year ago tomorrow, and with him, I was re-born.  Being his mother is the most profound responsibility that I have ever had, and I feel it deeply.

A year ago right now I was in labor – experiencing the strangest phenomenon I had ever felt – and not just physically.  It was a fruitless labor, ultimately, but it was truly a time of transition – from an old life, to a new one.  Being a mother – Jacob’s mother – is a role I was born to hold.  The first thirty years of my life contained less metamorphosis than the 31st

I think back over the past year, and it’s impossible to overstate the impact on my life, or the lives that his has touched.  He is loved deeply, fiercely and profoundly.  My life is better with him in it.

There’s a lot about the first year that blurs, beautifully, together in my memory, but that first day – those first few precious hours… those remain sharp:

At 10:09, a year ago tomorrow, he was birthed by an act of medical prowess, and let out his first cries.  He has “catchers mitts” they said, and he was perfect (IS perfect).   “We have a SON!” I kept exclaiming, not quite understanding the blessing that had been bestowed.  A short time later, minutes not hours, he was next introduced to our families – my parents first, with Matt and Kelly, and then Scott’s parents and sister.  He was deeply loved at only minutes old.  Seeing my parents set eyes on him – oh my.  I’m weeping over that moment still.    Joe being in DC, and wanting to book a flight right that minute, especially when he received the 2am phone call telling him that his nephew was born.

This child has transformed me, and my life.

I will never be the same.  And I don’t want to be.