Okay, here's what happened:
I blinked, and suddenly, Maya is crawling all over and getting in the trash and playing in the toilet (ew) and scattering candles (I don't even know why we have so many) and throwing DVDs (I found a new, secure home for them in an empty drawer) and generally causing me to wonder how anyone is able to keep their house standing with more than one kid.
On top of the whirlwind that is our child, we've had a busy, crazy month. I feel that I'm in desperate need of a vacation and then I can happily resume this active lifestyle. I'm officially back on track to get in shape again, and I've had to overhaul my eating habits because the gym can only do so much. Diet is, like, what? 70% of fitness? Am I making that up?
After Maya's 9 month checkup, I immediately started planning her first birthday party. And by "her first birthday party" I really mean "our celebration of being parents for a year" because IF WE'RE ALL BEING HONEST, the first one is for us. Maybe even the second one, too. We'll take a bunch of pictures and someday, I'll show them to her and thank her for making my first-anniversary-of-becoming-a-mom party possible.
See? It's still all about her, really.
She can't walk yet, but if she started walking right now, I wouldn't be surprised. She was, is, and always will be the most active person alive, and she's getting quite brave. She is long and thin, and currently very small for her age. I don't expect that to last, but I've been wrong before.
In general, I'm used to this stage of her life, and I am starting to think about the next kid for the first time in a while. Months 6 through 8 were basically just me wondering how anyone has kids at all, much less more than one. You can't even finish a sentence before you wonder why you even bothered to start it. There were a hundred Maya's in the house, playing with dishes, unloading dressers and trash cans, yelling and swinging from the ceiling fan. This is what I see when I look back on the last few months.
Now, for better or worse, she has purpose. She is on a mission at all times. "She knows what she wants, and she's not afraid to let you know." Two nurses pegged her life mantra when she was less than two days old. I was afraid of having a strong-willed child, but it doesn't seem so scary now that I've accepted that's what she is. It seems perfect, actually, considering my craving for adventure, so LET THE FUN BEGIN.
In general, I'm used to this stage of her life, and I am starting to think about the next kid for the first time in a while. Months 6 through 8 were basically just me wondering how anyone has kids at all, much less more than one. You can't even finish a sentence before you wonder why you even bothered to start it. There were a hundred Maya's in the house, playing with dishes, unloading dressers and trash cans, yelling and swinging from the ceiling fan. This is what I see when I look back on the last few months.
Now, for better or worse, she has purpose. She is on a mission at all times. "She knows what she wants, and she's not afraid to let you know." Two nurses pegged her life mantra when she was less than two days old. I was afraid of having a strong-willed child, but it doesn't seem so scary now that I've accepted that's what she is. It seems perfect, actually, considering my craving for adventure, so LET THE FUN BEGIN.
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