We’re baaaaack!!! Whew, it’s been a whirlwind of a year and I’m here to give you the cliff notes now that life has settled down!
First thing first – Maya is 1 year old!!!
This girl – she is the most beautiful little being I’ve ever set eyes on. Her smile lights up a room. Her giggles make you laugh along with her. And those bright blue eyes simply speak to you and make you melt.
Maya gets excited by the sheer sight or sound of her brother. She begins to wiggle and kick as she and I walk downstairs and her brother’s voice comes into earshot.
She loves to walk, holding ever so slightly to my hand. She’s been doing it for months, yet still too timid to take more than a step on her own.
She is attached to me with such ferocity that I’m lucky if I can step out of the room before tears fall and she’s chasing after me. I love the feeling of being needed and appreciate that the warmth of my arms will not be enough to create such a sense of calm for much longer but it is exhausting as well. She refuses to let anyone else, except Simon (and even with him, not all of the time), hold her, soothe her or care for her.
Today her ped described her as precocious because she has mastered the ability to throw a world class tantrum at an earlier age than most others in addition to her intense stranger danger. I would not claim for a moment that she is an easy-going baby. But her intensity also means that she loves deeply and has great passion for things she loves like reading, walking, and her family.
Maya is my sweet, itty bitty (5th percentile for wt. and ht.), fiery little girl. We love her so.
And then there is Toby. This kid is so amazing. And is literally changing every.single.day. He’s learning, he’s growing, his passion for the things that he loves is remarkable.
Toby loves all things fire truck, garbage truck, trains, bikes, cars, car carriers, and puzzles. He loves biking, running, swinging. He loves to wait for the school bus every morning and watch as the “big” kids get on. He loves to sing songs to his sister when she cries, he loves to ask questions and questions and more questions. He loves to make believe. And he loves to wear his big boy underwear.
Toby loves his little sister. And there are moments – many, in fact – that they laugh and play together. Moments where he’ll share his trains with her or explain new concepts to her. But he’s struggled to learn how to be gentle with her. And fun and games can often end in tears when hugs turn into tackles and pats turn in to pushes. I’m struggling to navigate this area of my parenting and find myself at a loss of what to do. Traditional discipline doesn’t seem to work.
As for our lives – we’ve moved across country. Back to DC and the east coast. We feel so much more ‘at home’ here. The east coast is where I belong, that’s for sure. When we moved in July, I became a stay-at-home mom. The transition has been a positive one, albeit difficult. It’s certainly the hardest job I’ve ever had. I plan to go back to work sometime next year, but this time has been so precious and I have had the opportunity to get to know my kids in a way I would not have otherwise had the opportunity to do.
Simon is working for an organization that has been affected quite dramatically from the recent election so he’s working long hours helping his team rethink their approach to policy advocacy. And he’s rocking it!
My family is now driving distance from us and I am grateful to have them closer although I still wish they were right down the road.
It’s Christmas time and I love this time of year. Life is pretty good over here and I’m happy to have found the time to get back to you.