In the last few weeks it has become apparent to me that my Baby MPB is turning into Little MPB. It feels as though he is moving from baby to toddler. Every single day he’s learning something new and is growing up so much more. These changes have my heart longing for time to slow down and my eyes filling with happy tears.
I think this transition comes with a new name for Baby MPB here in blog world, which I’ve decided will be Little MPB.
Little MPB is now basically fully walking, only crawling the odd time. He now has 14 teeth with 1 bottom canine clearly visible under the skin but taking it’s miserable time and the other bottom canine has yet to appear. He is using a few words – dada, mom, dog, etc. He is becoming more vocal in what he likes and really vocal in what he doesn’t like. He is climbing furniture that I had no idea could be climbed.
It is rather evident that he’s turning into a little boy. And I have to admit, asides from the rapid fire arrival of his teeth, this is a really fun age. We areall having so much fun right now. He’s interactive, he’s expressive, he’s playful, and he’s snuggly (but only when he wants to be).
I suspect life is going to continue to get much busier over the next few months. But, I also suspect the fun is going to continue!
I’m excited for his future. I’m excited for our future as a family.
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It’s that time of year again – I’m turning another year older.
Last year, my first birthday as a mom, was far less then ideal. In fact, except for the amazing gift I was given, it was one of the top two worst birthdays of my life.
This year, it’s going to be better. And I can guarantee it will be better because I just don’t care. Truly, I don’t care.
Last year I had it in my mind that my first birthday as a mom to Baby MPB was supposed to be ultra special. I guess I had built it up in my mind to be an amazing first. And, it was a colossal disaster, probably the worst “first” we had all year.
So this year, I’m embracing my birthday for exactly what it is – a day that marks the fact that I’m another year older. This birthday is just another birthday. No pressure.
Asides from hoping that Baby MPB sleeps through the night (which we hope anytime he is going through painful teething), all my birthday plans are not reliant on anyone else. Basically I intend to play with Baby MPB whenever I can. I’ll probably do some work during the day and I’ll go to spin class – just like any other day. The exception is that I’m planning to get take-out sushi for dinner for Mr. MPB and I. (We’ll probably make something else for Baby MPB. As an aside, at what age is it appropriate to give a baby/toddler sushi?) Oh, and let’s not forget wine, I’ll be having a glass of wine (or two) with dinner. And on the weekend I’m hoping to get some time in the mountains to enjoy the scenery and the fresh air.
I realize this might sound slightly grouchy, but I’m honestly not trying to be. I’m just determined not to have a repeat of last year’s disaster. And by focusing on that matters (love, good food and wine) it should be a pretty good day.
Someone very wise told me that year two of parenting is a bit easier because the pressure of all the firsts is gone, and that’s exactly where my mind is.
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