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 ToryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s life. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s an anniversary… lets call it his birthday. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s obviously been one heck of a year for us… with Tory being our first child, every day is brand new. And IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m sure for him its brand new too.
Here are a few one year observations:
- HeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢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. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢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 IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve given up for a while, he gets it.
- I can see personality traits coming out already. HeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢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 hasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢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.