Owen turned a year old today. He laughed. I cried. Allen took pictures. As we're saving the real celebration until this weekend, we thought today would instead be an opportune time to reflect on some of the lessons we've learned in our last 365 days of being Owen's parents.
- Swaddle. Side. Shush. Swing. Suck.
- Onesies are the last line of diaper defense.
Park etiquette dictates that you always bring a toy to share (it mitigates the bad feelings engendered when your son rips another child's toy from their arms).
Run fans in both your room and the baby's. That way they don't hear you, and you only hear them when they really, really mean it.
- The line of destruction rises like the tide.
Never buy the tub of diaper ointment. Sure, it seems like a better deal, but do you really want to continually reach your hand, which has just wiped a baby's bottom, into a tub of cream?
Babies will eat almost anything if you add enough yogurt.
- Sleepless nights are soon forgotten (it really does get better, and those long-term memories really are fuzzy).
- Cheerios are like crack for babies -- it gives them instantaneous joy but then they immediately want more and more.
- It's all worth it.
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2 comments:
What a beautiful post! Congratulations to all three of you! It's been great reading about your journey thus far... thanks for keeping faraway folks in the loop as you have.
love,
elise
One year of so many firsts! Owen is so special, and his good natured disposition and the love he shows for his parents is definitely a sign of good parenting by his mommy and daddy. We just wish that we could spoil him more often in person.
Thanks for letting us share his first birthday via the blog.
Grandma Z
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