A year ago today…
I was with child. He weighed about 6 pounds – I weighed about 20 pounds more than normal. I was content, most often with a bowl of ice cream, thinking happy thoughts about labor.
|I didn’t always look like this – this was a photo shoot, for crying out loud. I had hours to prepare.|
Today, my child weighs about 23 pounds – I’m about 5 pounds above my happy place. He is most often a joyful, literally bouncing, baby boy, who can scream like a pterodactyl and walk like a surfing Frankenstein.
|Swinging is his favorite.|
|The ungodly amount of gear “required” for a trip with one child. But I’m still smiling. Cause my kid’s in a chicken costume.|
|The nursery one year ago. No, you can’t see a “today” photo. I haven’t put the clothes away yet.|
Today, my son is drinking formula as I’m sipping hot chocolate, the fluffy kind with marshmallows and milk. Now he rocks the elastic waistbands and my pants finally zip. And today, putting finishing touches on the nursery involves putting John’s books away for the something-th time, folding laundry and swearing I will never paint another mural on the wall for the next kid. Sorry, kid, whoever you are.