Two years ago today, I found out I was pregnant with this sweet little girl. She was not entirely planned, but very much welcomed nevertheless. This is the day that I found out I was going to be a mother, or rather, that I already was one. My life changed in that moment, and I really wouldn't want it any other way. I am so, so happy and content with life right now, and I owe it all to my mini-family. We are planning to start trying for #2 in a few months, which means that a year from now we could have a newborn! I am both excited and terrified about the idea of having another baby. We're finally in a sweet spot with Lena: she usually goes to sleep easy in her crib, waking only once for a drink or not at all through the night; I am not breastfeeding, which means I have had actual freedom (I just spent 24 hrs away from Wade and Lena, at the most wonderful girls' weekend where we laughed and frolicked like the teenagers we were when we all met); she is still happily in diapers, so we aren't dealing with potty training yet; and she has enough words to communicate the basics (yes, no, mama, dada, hi, uh oh, do(g), meow) and is so silly and fun. It's seems kind of crazy to jump into the deep end of newborn life again, especially since this time we'll have a toddler to wrangle alongside a new baby. I also don't want to throw Lena out of her "baby" spot too soon. She will likely be between 2 1/4 and 2 1/2 when baby #2 is born, so she will be more independent... it's hard to imagine what she will be like a year from now though. I don't want the gap to get too big though, because the longer she's an only child, I think the harder it will be for her to deal with sharing mom and dad. But what do I know. I think it's always going to be a hard transition. So at least she'll be well into toddlerhood. Anyways, baby #2 has been on my mind a lot lately. I'm trying to live it up in this "easy", pre-pregnant time right now... wine, not being exhausted, and hopefully losing my last 10-12 pregnancy pounds from last time! Hah.
Now, onto Lena at 15 months!!!
I love 15 month old Lena. She has such a silly sense of humour, can play independently for short periods, still likes a bedtime cuddle, sticks her cheek out for kisses, babbles adorably with a few coherent words thrown in, and pets Omar so gently. She loves smaller dogs and cats, flipping through books, using a spoon and bowl to eat, her best friend the soother, sorting objects, playing with other kids, and going to the park. She does not like being told 'no', and will frequently tell us "nooooooooo" in her high-pitched voice. She just dropped her soother, said "uh oh", then talked herself to sleep for this nap (after I replaced the soother.) She is 21 lbs, I believe, and wears a mix of 12 month and 18 month clothes. She has 4 teeth, brown hair (with a hint of auburn in the sunlight), and mysterious grey-green eyes. She's getting steadier on her feet (can take a few steps holding onto just one of my hands now), but I think it will still be a little while until she walks. Maybe around Christmas. She's a beauty alright, and has so much curiosity about her world. She can hardly sit still, and I love her!