Oakland is not only my first born but also the first baby on both sides of the family. Since the day she was born she has been showered with attention and love from all her aunts, uncles and grandparents. She’s been kind of spoiled. Since turning one her little (or not so little) personality has really come out to play. I don’t really have any close friends with babies so Oakland doesn’t really seem to think she is a baby. She’s almost always surrounded by her family and thinks she is one of us. She has to do everything on her own and do it exactly like we do. If for some reason she can’t do something on her own and needs our help she will have a full body meltdown. I’m talking crazy Cirque du Soleil type stuff! We’ve recently started to try and channel this need to be an adult to our advantage. Her new favourite things include throwing out her own diapers and cleaning up any spills or messes with a cloth. Apparently it is really exciting stuff! She even finishes these tasks by clapping for herself.
She honestly is such a good baby. Almost always happy and flashing her little gap tooth grin. She’s also so loving, always volunteering hugs and kisses. We’ve been pointing to my belly and telling her that it’s her baby sister in there. She loves to pull my shirt up and give my belly a kiss. We know she doesn’t really understand because she started pulling other people’s shirts up to kiss their bellies as well. So basically a total parenting fail on our part. Now we have to tell her it’s weird to kiss bellies. I think for me the 6-12 month range was so easy breezy and enjoyable that when she hit her one year old self, it was such an overnight shift and I am still learning how to adapt. All of a sudden I can’t take my eyes off her for even a split second (I mean I do but always immediately regret it). I’m finding the transition into parenthood hard. I have to actively parent her, teach her right from wrong, set boundaries, and unfortunately when it’s necessary teach her there are consequences. Becoming a mother was so magical for me but becoming a parent seems so daunting and thus far mostly a giant game of trial and error. Which is super fun?
I know her strong will and determination will be such incredible qualities for her in the future just like her dad. I really want to nurture those qualities. Lately she is happiest if she’s swimming at the pool, dancing to music, at the park chasing all the dogs (she’s obsessed with dogs) or at a coffee shop for some banana bread and a smoothie. Which are all great things and I absolutely love doing them with her! But I get nervous thinking about the months ahead and am constantly wondering if I will be able to balance 2 children in just 8 short weeks. I remember how tired I was with a newborn and I’m wondering if I will have the energy to get out of the house with Oakland and keep up with her (she’s seriously so fast), will I parent her as patiently and lovingly as I can, will I be able to somehow grow the extra set of arms I’m almost sure I will need? How do all you moms of multiples do it?! I need all the tips I can get!
My little scrunchy face <3