life with emilia: one year in.
I can’t believe my baby girl is ONE.
It feels surreal. I love this little chunk of love SO MUCH that I can’t stand it.
It makes me anxious to even type out that she is one. Like where did the time go – better yet, where is it going all the time? It’s just flying by.
Even though I feel really confident that I enjoy every day with her, it just seems to go so so so fast. Much like with Max, even as the days are passing, I already miss them. I miss them as they are happening and I sit there and think, gosh I am going to miss this SO MUCH.
It feels so crazy to me that she is one already. We keep talking about it and I think part of it is that she is just such a “young” one. Does that make sense? She is just such a little babe! She is tiny (most people think she is 7 to 9 months old!), she isn’t walking yet, and she just acts like this perfect little baby. I don’t know how else to describe it and I don’t mean it in a development way. She just seems so LITTLE. I’m sure it has something to do with Max running around and him just seeming so BIG.
So! She finally has two teeth. She still loves all food so so so much. She isn’t into nursing at all. In fact I’m not nursing her during the day at all. Like I can’t even get her to nurse when I try. I am still nursing her in the middle of the night when she wakes up, but sometimes she doesn’t even want to nurse then. It still is so wild how different she is about nursing than Max was.
I’m kind of emotional when I think about finishing breastfeeding soon. One, I’m nervous, because I don’t know how to deal with a teething child without nursing. With Max, I just nursed him and teething was barely ever an issue. It was built-in comfort, you know? So that makes me nervous. Two, I’m in complete disbelief that we will probably be done soon!
She wants to walk SO BADLY. She can stand and balance without holding on to something but she hasn’t taken a step yet. She has the most adorable little feet. I just want to eat her up. She is so sweet.
I feel like Emilia looks like a babydoll. This is going to sound weird but my grandma (my dad’s mom) always had a doll (not a creepy one or anything, ha) sitting on a chair in her dining room. And I swear that Emilia looks like this doll. Okay, yes that sounds creepy. But there is something about this that makes me miss my grandma so much. She would just die over Emilia, because she is like a real life baby doll.
I know that I keep saying it over and over again, but she is just so SWEET. She is such a sweet child. And it makes me so sad that my grandma isn’t around to see. I just know that she would love her so much – in a way that is sweetly different. I know. I’m crazy.
This last year has been a whirlwind. Last night after Emilia’s party, I held her and rocked her and Max sat in the chair with us and I told them the story of the night before she was born last year. Max wanted to hear it over and over again and it was so cute.
An entire year has passed and so much of it has been about survival here with both kids. The transition from one to two was SO MUCH HARDER for me than it was from zero to one. And Emilia was an easy baby. But having them outnumber me for the majority of the day until Eddie got home was such a challenge. I mean, it still is! I find that if I’m not super organized with everything, my brain is just a mish mash of all things business and kids. So oddly enough, I’m waaaay more organized now that I ever was! But my house is still a mess 150% of the time.
I kind of want to cry when I think about this being my last monthly update for Emilia! I have no idea if I’ll have more babies or not. Of course I’ll still be sharing things on the baby page here, but I’m not quite sure what. Definitely our favorites. Maybe photo diaries or something – we shall see. Thank you so much for loving on my second little baby with me all year.