In a Year

My son turned one this week. That’s right, I’ve been a parent for over a year. I still don’t really think of myself as a mom. Not the way I think of other people who are moms. I mean, they obviously know what they are doing and I am totally just winging it. Some days I feel like I’m doing pretty well. Other days…well…at least he’s still alive and relatively healthy. 

I thought finding time to write was going to be really hard once the Bitty was born. It is. But also, surprise surprise, I’ve been a lot more committed to it. Like now that I only have half an hour (or much less) in a day to give to writing, I had better make the most of it. I also have a lot more time to think about my stories while I’m not at the computer (for instance, while holding a sleeping baby who still refuses to nap in his own bed) so I’m more prepared to write when it comes time for the actual writing. I’m nearly (only nearly) as excited by where my book has gone over this last year as I am by how much my baby has grown, and I can’t wait to see what happens next for both of them.

 

The Wee Tiny when his eyes could barely even see what the world had to offer him.

  

Wee Tiny now, able to walk and make the whole world his playground.

  

Defenses Against the Dark Arts

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I’m not saying that since moving to our new apartment we’ve actually been infested with cockroaches, and I’m not saying that now and again seeing the rogue roach crawling to its lonesome death in your living space is the worst thing that could happen to a person.

What I am saying is that stepping barefoot, in the dark, on a roach and feeling its insides squishing out against your naked sole flesh might be the worst thing that could happen to somebody — it’s got to be, right? — and that only narrowly escaping this experience even once is enough to change the way you think about walking around barefoot at night. And narrowly escaping it more than twice is enough to make you take regular precautionary measures for your midnight hangouts with your tiny baby:

1. Always wear footwear if you remember where you last left it.
2. When sitting, keep your feet off the ground.
3. Most importantly, before taking any steps on the ground, be sure to employ the flashlight on your phone to scare away any monsters that might be hiding under your feet.

I call it all — especially the flashlight part — my defense against the dark arts. It’s almost as good as a wand.

(As a side note: I would take a lone cockroach sighting every few weeks over even one scorpion encounter, so color me grateful here. Living in the desert. Who needs it?)

Caution: Extreme Cuteness to Follow

It’s a pretty sure sign you’ve let your blog go to ruin when you check it and the only activity that’s happened since the last time you were on is months’ worth of spam comments promising you in really bad English that they know all the things for getting more followers. Turns out being a parent is kind of life-consuming. Who knew?

This is what our life’s been focused on for the last several months:

Day One

Day One

Heading Home From the Hospital

Heading Home From the Hospital

One Week Old

One Week Old

Two Weeks Old

Two Weeks Old

One Month Old

One Month Old

Two Months Old

Two Months Old

Three Months Old

Three Months Old

Four Months Old

Four Months Old

To show the whole outfit.

To show the whole outfit.

Five Months Old

Five Months Old

It’s kind of weird to see what has felt like ages summed up in just a few photographs, but there it is. As The Bitty and Jordan and I continue to get the hang of this thing called real life, maybe I’ll also figure out how to include blogging in the mix more often.