Everyday Moments
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Sasha at One Year
Sunday, June 8, 2008
How can this have happened? One year gone and Sasha is starting to emerge from babyhood. It is the biggest understatement of the universe when people say that it goes by so quick. It was like seconds ago that I was bringing home this little squinched up peanut from the hospital and now she's doing chores...
Maybe she'll get a job pretty soon. Date...who knows? Seriously, she went from not being able to support her own head to flirting with older boys at the local gelato place. She hasn't learned subtlety, though. Pointing at a guy and going, "oooooooohhhhh" rarely works in my experience. Neither does trying to pick his nose....
Sasha just finished her first month of swim lessons. We have progressed from shrieking horribly when dunked underwater to barely tolerating it. Yeah, there are still a few complaining squawks but overall I think she is having loads of fun. Tons of toys and little kids running around. Plus, even though she may not be swimming per se, Sasha is becoming more comfortable with water and maybe a little safer around pools. Hubbard Swim School's main focus at this point is teaching the baby to float to the surface and get to the side of the pool (and maybe even climb out!!!!). I hope we continue for a really long time (hint, hint: generous Grandma).
Jimmy thinks Sasha is heading staight for terrible toddlerhood. He may be right because she certainly is honing her skills in the tantrum department. She is able to scream, throw her head back, punctuate the floor with violent kicks, and flail her hands all at once......and very rhythmically, I might add. It's almost beautiful to behold. Usually these fits are precipitated by us trying to take away an object she must have RIGHT NOW like a serrated knife or a delicate vase. Or, if we aren't paying enough attention to her. Or, if we aren't stuffing her maw with some treat. Ok, so I can't blame Sasha for the last two. I have been known to have a melt down when I've gone three hours (read thirty minutes) without food. Does she have to take after me thaaaaat much?
We had a family birthday party for Sasha on Sunday. My mom, sister, and in-laws flew into town. It was a little crazy but loads of fun. Sasha rediscovered the joy of ripping open gifts. Maybe joy isn't the right word as she was so serious and full of concentration...she may have liked the ribbons and balloons more than the actual presents. And, she got to have uber healthy cupcakes noone would else eat (they were hideously bland; the chocolate ones were much better!).
I feel so lucky to have Sasha in my life. She is one of the best things that ever happened to me. Parenting is definitely not as hard as they make out. You get all the cuddling you ever wanted, are endlessly amused by adorable shenanigans, and get to have someone completely light up when you enter a room. I don't think I have ever felt so much love. One the downside, you become hideously dull as you only really want to talk about baby minutae.
Jill D.