Believe it or not, a year has passed since kid #5 joined the crew. It was a quick labor, though more calm than the mad dash to the hospital with kid #4. This little one was born at 5 a.m., which sounds not so nice but I was incredibly grateful it was not 12 hours prior, when I was in a huge crowd at the Wells Fargo Center watching Disney on Ice. Now that would have been a story.
Anyway, it’s strange to think that a year ago people went to large arenas and sat next to thousands of other folks, breathing on them, maskless. On the rare occasions when the baby is out in public now, people sometimes remark “oh, he must think the masks are so strange.” But I’m not sure he thinks much about them one way or another. It’s just been life for the past year.
He’s now a very happy and friendly little boy who likes to play with his new Fisher Price construction set. He’s able to stand on his own for increasingly lengthy periods of time, and has toddled a few steps here and there, though I wouldn’t yet call it walking (a digression: that whole “he’ll learn to walk while you are away” cudgel people like to use makes very little sense. For all my kids learning to walk has been a month-long process of figuring it out, making half steps here and then a little more of one there. I suspect kids also spend a lot of time practicing it in their cribs, which means that *everyone* is missing some of those first steps, whether people earn a paycheck or not…).
He is a big fan of oranges, meats of seemingly all varieties, baths, and nursing. He is not a big fan of his car seat, diaper changes, or sleep, but we keep working at it. He says “Dada” a lot. He enjoyed his cake last night, smooshing it into his face as babies do.
His first birthday also marks my first anniversary of being a mom of five. This has been quite a year, but Daddy has been home the whole time, which is nice, and his siblings dote on him. The older three are pretty good at watching him when I need to do something. In this sense, welcoming kid number five has been a bit easier than, say, having a 7-year-old, 5-year-old, 3-year-old, and infant. Or a 4-year-old, a 2-year-old, and an infant. I should go back and read my old blog posts because I think I have just put that out of my mind!!
I’m looking forward to seeing what the next year will bring, though I’m guessing that an active toddler will not make it very relaxing…