One Year…

Since that amazing moving in my belly,
since the twinges turned to powerful urges.
One year since the screaming, and pushing.
It’s been one year since they placed you on my stomach,
and I gazed at you in wonder,
spent, sweating, and so ready for a sandwich.

You have grown so much in that year.
You can walk, and crawl,
I swear today you said Balloon.
“Baa ooon… Baa ooon .. Ma ma na.”
You are funny, and sweet, snuggly, and strong.
You love your Dad, and your Sister, and your Mom.

I love your smell,
That subtle sweaty sweetness
you get right before bath day.
I love your curly hair and sleepy eyes,
and the way you stick your butt in the air
at bedtime.

You are an amazing young man,
and I am so proud to be your mama.
Happy Birthday Otter!

“Baa ooon Ma ma na….. Baa ooon.”

It’s co-sleeping dear…

Not co-nighttime-play.

Otter was awake a lot last night. Monkey had a nightmare around two a.m., which woke him up and resulted in a very awake baby smacking me in the face and kicking me in the stomach for half an hour or so. (Monkey dreamed about Tarantulas biting her, which I stated was very unlikely for them to do, given their relatively mellow natures and small fangs, and maybe they were kissing her instead? It seemed to calm her down, but I fear I may be creating a truly warped child here.)

Then he woke up at 5:30 again, ready to start our day! (Crazy kid! The only thing I start at that hour is cursing!)

So here I am, so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open, and wishing I had been wise enough to fall asleep at 8.

Otter? Well he is tired too, but is he napping??? NO!! He is an unstoppable force of baby nature…. determinedly getting into every nook, cranny, drawer, meat cleaver, and poisonous plant in the world, while his bleary-eyed Mom tries to keep up.

Crap, he has the speaker wire again….