Theodore James Turns One

Today, my boy is one.  My boy is one year old!

His personality is coming in with his fine blond hairs.  His grin is getting more mischievous, his giggles more frequent.  He’s running faster, squealing more loudly, and climbing into and onto everything–step stools, toy boxes, clothes baskets, wagons, his stroller….  Today, he was able to reach the handles to the kitchen cupboards (oh joy.) while yesterday, he wasn’t.

But he’s still only one.  He’s not a teenager yet, and that means he’s getting up at seven tomorrow, so this will be brief.  A look back in time:

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One month

One month

Two months

Two months

 

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Three months

Four months

Four months

Five months

Five months

Six months

Six months

Seven months

Seven months

Eight months

Eight months

Nine months

Nine months

Ten months

Ten months

Eleven months

Eleven months

Twelve months

Twelve months

He’s one, and I was wrong–I am getting teary.  But not in the bittersweet sort of way.  Just in the “I’m so happy it’s his birthday” kind of way.  And also, this sounds ridiculous, but somehow, he seems just a little bit more of a real person, now that he’s had a birthday.  He’s opened presents (surprisingly reluctantly) and been sung to (and been appropriately bashful about it) and eaten cake.  Boy, did he eat cake.

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In Need of Spinach

I can tell this is going to be a lazy post because I can’t even be bothered to title it.  I’m hoping that by the time I’m done with it, something will come to mind.

I’ve been pretty busy (comparatively) this past week, and now, I feel like a maple in early spring (sapped, get it?  No?  Oh well.)  Anyway, Andreas’s birthday was last Sunday, and though we’re still noobs at this whole adult thing (it completely slipped our minds to invite anyone over), we managed to pull together a last-minute “dinner party” with his three sisters, and a brother-in-law.  We ate burgers, had cake, and it was a wonderful time.

I continued in the tradition of giving him a very manly gift…

The first year, it was a cow, the second, a pig, and now he has a monkey.

Anyway, after the party, my sisters-in-law stayed (one for a few days, the other for the rest of the week) so I spent 20x my usual weekly allowance of social energy.  And regular energy for that matter.  By Wednesday, my feet were already dragging, by Thursday, I had to find random places to sit down, and by the time we were walking her to the train station on Friday, I felt like I was in one of those dreams I have where I’m trying in vain to run and my feet are just too heavy.

However, we got to explore the city a bit, and being the “leader” really helped me a lot.  When I go out with Andreas, I have a tall (albeit very thin) person to hide behind.  I can make him talk to the cashiers, ask silly questions, and hold the map when we get lost.  This week, though, I felt like I came into my own, and this city feels a lot more like home than it did before.  I showed our guests to our grocery store, our mall, around our neighborhood, and it felt good to know where I was going.

Anyway, even one day spent with people other than those I spend every day with is exhausting for me, and leaves me a bit jittery, nervous, and wiped out, so I’m surprised I held it together as well as I did (even considering the fact that I went into hysterics after accidentally flinging an oily measuring cup across the room).  I have a post about introversion and shyness mulling in some forgotten part of my brain right now, but like I said today, I am too lazy.

However, I’m trying to at least start doing all of the things that I told myself I’d do when Rebekka left (five loads of laundry, cleaning the kitchen, vacuuming, dusting, etc.).  It’s going pretty well considering how many couch-breaks I have to take.  I am feeling the pull to CLEAN ALL THE THINGS, and I think that being too weak to do so is more frustrating and just worse than in the dreams where I can’t outrun the rabid wolves.

However, the sky has turned brilliant blue in Sweden today, and while it’s supposed to rain and be dreary for the rest of the week, it is at least supposed to be warm!  Another reason for getting the chores done today?  I can sidle through the rest of the week in peace being cozy with a cup of coffee, some poems, and my knitting while it fogs/drizzles/rains outside.  So I’ll make myself a salad with some spinach for lunch and browse foodgawker for spinachy recipes for dinner (I have a hunch that this is just some plain old boring anemia that’s wiping me out).  If it works, I’m going to feel a bit like Popeye…