How are you a 1-year-old already?
It wasn’t so long ago when I would place you on your tummy and coax you to roll over. And now you’re running.
It’s so bittersweet. I love how quick you move, how much you learn every day, your fierce and wild independence. Yet the faster you walk, the more I feel you pulling away from me. You’re becoming a little man already, and it stretches my heart out like salt water taffy.
Most everybody tried to warn me. “Enjoy it!” they said. “It goes by so quick!” Even perfect strangers said, “You’ll miss this when it’s gone!” I hated those people. But I was delirious from a lack of sleep, my body was sticky with spit up, and I often felt like I was stuck at the bottom of a long well with a purple eggplant. A purple eggplant that screams.
If I’d realized that someday you’d stop falling asleep on my chest, I’d have relished those long, lazy afternoon naps. If I’d known how you’d leap from infant to pre-toddler, I might have appreciated those early newborn days a little more. I still wouldn’t have enjoyed the colic, but overall I might have cried a little less.
Anyway, now you are one. But it won’t be long before you are two. And then 22. And then I will die, because ACK! Too soon. I can’t handle it.
Likes:
Frankie the Fox. Oh my god, do you love Frankie the Fox. In fact, one evening as I put you in your crib, your eyes searched the mattress, your breath quickened and you started to panic, right up until you saw Frankie in the corner. I thought, “This is foreshadowing,” and that very night your dad bought a backup Frankie for us to keep in reserves.
You also love playing outside. Your family. Lemon and Kung Pao Kitten. Duplos. Swings. Bruno Mars and Daniel Tiger. And books — it makes me proud to see how much you enjoy turning the pages to see what happens next.
Favorite foods:
Watermelon. Kiwi. Mango. Banana pancakes. Homemade oatmeal “cookies.” Peanut butter. Sweet corn on the cob.
Dislikes:
Bubble bath. Swim class. Diaper changes, which are like trying to pull the skin back on a snake after he’s already shed it.
You also weren’t crazy about your birthday cake, which made me happy. That’s your last taste of sugar until you turn 18. I hope you enjoyed it.
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I really enjoy the tales of Maggie & Co.
Beautiful. Happy Birthday, Everest. The first year is so full of milestones that seem so epic at the moment – first time rolling over by yourself, first crawl, first step on your own. You’ve brought your mom and dad so much happiness. Just one little bit of advice – cooperate a bit more at diaper time. It may seem like a nuisance when it’s time for a change, but it is one of the greatest acts of love for Maggie and Jason to take the time to clean your little tush.
I love your words Maggie! Every post brings me a smile full of laughter, and for that I am grateful. You are amazing and I am so happy that you have found such a lovely and compassionate family to keep nurturing your soul and to keep your beautiful smile stuck to your beautiful face! I love you girl!!
Maggie, you have a gift with words that speaks for all mothers. The love for a child is so unique because the “ick”, the sleepiness nights, the anxiety , etc. sometimes seem so overwhelming…. until you feel your heart fill up with the kind of love you express.. Thanks for sharing your photos and thoughts and making so many of us fall in love with Everest too.
That kind of love is good for everyone..
Oh boy this post made me tear up with Joaquin almost one years old now too! I just literally can’t believe how quickly time has gone by. PS I want his cake!!!