What an honestly weird year it’s been, both the slowest moving year of my life and the fastest all in one. I can’t imagine what quarantine would have been like without the joy this munchkin has brought to our lives. She’s amazing and Sean and I can’t believe how lucky we are to have her. I know I’ve said this before but I was on the fence about having a baby at this age and one year in I can tell you it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. This child is a wonder.
Over the last couple of weeks, Ever’s language has exploded. I wish I had a translator because she talks all the time and I’m convinced SHE knows exactly what she’s trying to say. She’s been saying MAMA and DADA for a while, but now she’s saying MORE and MILK and I’m pretty sure she’s working on BOTTLE and GENOA and DOG and BOOK and READ.
This also means the whining has increased because she’s trying so hard to communicate with us. I’m here for it though. I’m absolutely smitten with her at this age. You only have to look at this child and she smiles. Her disposition is almost always cheerful (unless you tell her she can’t play with your phone). All she wants to do is read. All day long she brings me book after book. She loves Elmo and claps along to the Letter of the Day song. She lights up and waves at her brother and sister when they walk in the room. She teases the dog and cracks herself up. We’re teaching her to blow kisses.
Our schedule has recently changed again since Sean’s FMLA only lasted the first year. I no longer have him home on Tuesday’s so I can work, but big sister has agreed to step in. Genoa will be watching Ever every Tuesday after school and every other Monday when she’s not at her dad’s. This thrills me because there’s nobody Ever loves as much as she loves her big sissy. Not to mention kid labor is a little more affordable than daycare.
Ever is still no where near walking, but I couldn’t be more chill about that. Give her a few more months to grow up on me, that’s fine. I’m already sad she’ll never be this tiny again. And that’s the truth about parenthood. It’s bittersweet. Every milestone is a loss of the baby you used to have. And it’s especially bittersweet knowing this is my last baby. I feel like I already miss this age and it’s not even over yet. I’m just stupid grateful to Sean for giving me this perfect gift.
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