Eleven months and a bit, because Molly had a stomach bug and then Lee was traveling and I was solo-parenting, and that’s tiresome. And then I got sick, and then Lee got sick, and then last night when we were finally both feeling better we decided that instead of working late into the night, as he has been since he started The Electron Shop a few months ago and I have been essentially since I came back from maternity leave, we would pull out our new sofa bed and lay on it together watching the Olympics. So we did that, and it was glorious. And then we went to bed and Molly woke up at 5AM and screamed at us until Lee got her and brought her into bed with us, where she proceeded to alternately snuggle and smack us in our respective faces until he put her back, she screamed at us for 5 more minutes, and then we finally all fell back to sleep.
All that to say, this post is late. Also, I’m very tired.
We are coming up on a year and this past month has been a trip. I’m actually speaking literally, here – we went back east at the end of January because my esteemed husband bought tickets to a Rangers game at Yankee Stadium. He said he asked himself “what would Leah do?” and the answer that came to him was “buy tickets to an outdoor hockey game across the country in the middle of the coldest winter in years without thinking through any of the details!” That man, he really gets me. So we went, to New England, in January, toting our darling almost-11-month-old daughter with us. Here is Molly after the flight out, where she slept for a total of 45 minutes and we were crammed into two seats for a 5-hour flight:
The trip home was fabulous, in the end, as trips home always are, full of friends and family and a whirlwind of activity and lots of time visiting and general happiness. We even got to spend the weekend with Ulisses, who had flown up from Virginia (where, and why is a story too long to tell, he is very temporarily until he can come home forever), and seeing him and Molly and their connection after a month apart was truly incredible. I mean, just look at these two! Besties for life.
Also, there were cupcakes. And Connor, Molly’s future husband (if she chooses…no pressure…just saying it would be the best thing ever, but seriously, no pressure…). And Sebastian, who is the cutest. But mostly cupcakes.
And this one, just because.
And no wonder we’re all tired – it’s been a whirlwind of a year! Molly (and her seven teeth) are continuing to talk up a storm (go ahead and ask her what a cow says) and eat everything in sight (the stomach bug was so unsettling, in part because she projectile vomited on me multiple times, but mostly because she didn’t have an appetite). She is standing on her own, pushing herself up, and getting closer to walking every day. Oh, and sometimes she climbs into the laundry basket and has herself a good old time:
She is a silly goof and so funny, cracking herself and us up regularly. She has moved from “everything out” to “everything back” and cleaning up is her current favorite activity (mine, too!). The other morning when we were done with breakfast she put all the cheerios back into the bag (most of them…every so often she would find one that was too tasty to resist). She also continues to be the most loving, snuggly, playful little girl who genuinely seems to like us and want to spend time with us (may it last) – we play games and read together and she comes with us to museums and playgrounds and restaurants and walks and playdates with other babies. A little part of me is nostalgic for my tee tiny babe, but a much bigger part is so excited to see her personality shining more and more each day. Eleven months in, and my daughter has irrevocably changed my life for the better.