Byron is a year and a month (almost). Do you keep counting months past a year? It just seems a little complicated to me. Well back when he was just a year old, we spent the day celebrating him and he had no idea, but I think it was his best day of life so far. Byron has 5 girl cousins. The two oldest spent the morning at school (1st day back after the summer…blah) and the youngest slept in a stroller. However, Kenzi and Elizabeth spent the morning with him enjoying the warm weather at the splash pad. We tend to visit the splash pad regularly because it is walking distance from our house and Byron loves looking at more people than just me in a day. Jason, the rockstar husband that he is, made lemon cupcakes with lemon curd filling and lemon buttercream frosting…all from scratch because it is fun (??) for him!Byron liked the sugar (on his face and not on his hands…until later), but he couldn’t contain himself when he saw his cousins riding in the trailer. This boy loves to move. He quickly gave up the rest of his cake and attempted to squirm his way to join them. As is typical of every good party, he ended the night riding circles around the backyard with his cousins. I made Cordell carry the balloons so that we could never confuse these pictures for any other normal night with backyard lawn mower rides. Truth be told, it happens often, but typically it is the adults piled in the back (1200 pound limit.. woot woot).
I Just cannot believe that it has been almost one year (Next Tuesday) since Byron was born (Insert ultimate shocked face emoji). I have not LOVED every minute of it, but these days I am having the best time of my life. I am the first to tell anyone who asks (or doesn’t) that the first 6-10 weeks were super difficult for me
I remember thinking several times during those first few weeks: “why would anyone have more than 1 kid? This is just miserable” Jason would constantly remark that he just didnt feel like Byron was that hard of a baby. However, his comments would just upset me even more. I felt like i was drowning in lack of sleep and hormones. My gasping breathes were taken in the form of reading everything I could google or grab. I was attempting to do everything that every blog and book was telling me. I was overwhelming myself with contradicting thoughts and practices. Although this seems like common sense, I wasnt able to stop my mind until I stepped back and realized that Byron was not my newest hobby. He is a little version of Jason or myself. He isn;t going to be the same day to day and he is going to have little feelings and experiences. Moreover, he had only been a part of our world for 6-10 weeks prior. It wasnt until I remembered those things (and reminded myself) that I was able to sit back and actually smile and laugh and RELAX.
Now, almost a year in, I barely remember that debilitating feeling. I find myself jokingly (sorta) positing the idea of having our next baby or even 10. This has been the most messy, emotional and increasingly beautiful year that I have ever experienced. Though I still have to remind myself to slow down and enjoy my day to day with my little baby boy, I am overwhelmed with excitement of all that is to come. I had NO idea what this first year would/could hold that Sunday in the hospital.
…Baby I know” (isn’t that how the song goes?) Either way…last weekend I got to go home to Waco for a bit. Myniece was having her first birthday. Time had just flown by almost, it seems, more quickly since we moved. Every time I am able to go home, I see that she has learned something even cuter than before. It is just too hard to forget when she was born and we heard the nurse through the door yell “Happy Birthday’.
She was so tiny and is still small, but she has just become a little person. Jason would constantly remind me that Kenzi would not remember me being at her first birthday. To which I assuredly replied “Well, I will.” What a sweet joy she is. As you can see, she thinks I am the best and most fun aunt.
Happy Birthday sweet Kenzi.