A year ago at this time I was holding smoldering moxa sticks at Kari’s feet, in hopes of turning Tory around from his breech state. Why these stinky, smoky sticks have any hope of turning a breech baby is beyond me, but in the end they didn’t work, the boy stayed breech, and we had a c-section.
Not that any of that has mattered since… Two days from now will mark one year in Tory’s life. It’s an anniversary… lets call it his birthday. It’s obviously been one heck of a year for us… with Tory being our first child, every day is brand new. And I’m sure for him its brand new too.
Here are a few one year observations:
- He’s one. That makes him half way to two. I, on the other hand, turn 36. Thats half way to 72.
- He gets really crabby, his cheeks turn red and he drools a lot when he starts to get a new tooth.
- Actually, he drools most of the time. It’s a constant drool string hanging out of his mouth. You can trace his path like a snail.
- I can wait and wait, and encourage and encourage him to learn new skills and he wont get it. Then the next day, when I’ve given up for a while, he gets it.
- I can see personality traits coming out already. He’s calm and deliberate. A progressive Democrat in the making.
- Others might describe him as passive and cautious. I prefer calm and deliberate.
- He misses grandpas and grandmas terribly.
- He hasn’t quite got snowboarding yet. Or rappelling. Or walking.
- Unwrapping gifts is still foreign to him. And he often prefers the box his gifts come in to the gift itself.
Hope everyone had a great holiday season. Thanks everyone for the gifts for T. He really enjoyed the box.
