Taylor turns one year old tomorrow. I can't believe it! I don't mean that in the way most would assume. Usually, you look back and think how time flew by! But not in this case. I am actually incredibly relieved that it finally came. I felt like I'd never get to the one year mark.
Reading through many of my posts this last year, I can sense the tension in my writing. It has been a tough year with Taylor, and there's no way to sugar coat it. (It's my intention to be transparent in my posts, and not lead anyone to believe that life is candy.) Ricky and I both keep our focus on the future and constantly remind each other that "this won't last forever." We keep pushing our goal further out, knowing that we'll get there. We'd say, as soon as she's crawling, then she'll be better. Or, as soon as she's a year old, things will get easier. So far they haven't, but I know they will someday.
Taylor gave me several miserable weeks recently, and in her defense, she had 3 new molars come in. I tell myself that she's just teething a lot, but it's just an excuse. Geez, I wish I could jump forward another year!
In addition to Taylor's terrible baby syndrome, Judah has finally seemed to enter into the terrible two's. He's been obstinate at every turn, and every request is met with a round of either complete disobedience, or the usual stalling. I mean, really Judah? Why does it need to take 10 minutes to put on your coat?! You'll hear, "Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down," echoing through the kitchen regularly. Or, "Grab your shoes, grab your shoes, grab your shoes, grab your shoes," resounding down the hall. There is never a single command anymore. Unfortunately for Judah, there has been a severe spike in the number of time outs as well. I knew this time was coming, but that doesn't mean I was looking forward to it.
Judah has been very social, however. He's had several sleepovers with friends, and he loves to "help." As any parent knows, "helping" actually makes your task more difficult, but I know he means well, and so I welcome it. He sees other kids his age regularly, and he plays well with them. He has been more possessive of his things at home, now that Taylor is mobile. She's always touching his things, and it's driving him crazy. Needless to say, Judah is learning how to share.
Since I made it all the way to one year, I high higher hopes for the next year. Taylor will change a lot in the next few months. She'll most likely start talking, she'll be walking, and hopefully assert some independence (fingers crossed) and get the rest of her teeth. With one of these milestones, I hope that her anxiety leaves her, so that her father and I can start to enjoy her. We both really want to feel warm and fuzzy with her.
It's hard to admit when you still have a favorite. :)