When Seporah was born I was not ready to be a Mom. Not the kind of not ready where everyone’s not ready. I really was not ready. Seporah was not exactly planned. And somewhere with everything that happened, it was a very unhappy period in my life. It had nothing to do with Seporah, she was a good baby, I was the one who had issues. It took a while to sort through them but eventually I came out the other side more fulfilled.

When we decided to have another one, I knew I would be fine. I decided to name her “Felicity” meaning happiness or a tranquil state of being. And I was fine, happy, kinda tranquil all of that. However, in the Lord’s infinite wisdom of knowing I need to develop patience gave me a baby who did not sleep, who cried all day and night long, who wanted to be held all day and night long. It was quite different than Seporah, they were like night and day. Plus I had a toddler who HATED the new baby and started refusing naps. I loved both of them, but there were quite a few times when we all be sitting on the floor crying because no one got what they wanted. I’ve come to the conclusion that the first 6 months of a baby’s life are a zombie-like hell no matter what kind of baby you are given.

Everyone made it through the first 6 months and then yesterday we made it through the whole first year. That’s right Felicity is a whole year old. She is no longer a baby, but a little toddler, complete with tantrums. That’s right, boy does she throw tantrums, there really wasn’t ever a non-crying period, the crying fits just turned into tantrum fits. But when she’s happy, she’s happy. She gives kisses and hugs and loves and snuggles. She gives you the most wonderful smiles and gives you her half eaten pancakes. She adores her older sister, always crawling (and now toddling) after her, playing with her toys, eating her food and generally being a little sister nuisance. The adoration is now mutual and when Seporah feels I’ve forgotten Felicity quickly reminds me to get Baby or help Baby or feed Baby (unfortunately Felicity’s name to Seporah is still “Baby”).

Felicity is quite a little athlete, she just wants to keep up with Seporah. A little skinny minnie, but not very tall, just petite. From the way she’s shaped now, I’m wondering if she’ll even outgrow me. It would be nice not to be the shortest one I’m not exactly sure how big she is, her 1 year check-up is next week. But if I had to guess, I’d say about 21lbs and 29in. We’ll see how close I am.

Felicity is up to 8 teeth, 4 on top and 4 on bottom. Her attention span is about the length of any little toddler- 0.5 seconds and then it’s off to something else. She says exactly 3 words mama, dada and nana (as in banana, holy cow does she like bananas). I’m sure her version of Seporah will come soon enough (and then no and mine and now).

Bathtime and swimtime is the absolute best, second only to boob time. That’s right, Felicity is still a boob girl, how on Earth I’m going to convince her that cow’s milk is just as good is anyone’s guess. She’s had it a few times, but always comes back to the momma.

Felicity doesn’t really like Baby Einstein, but she likes a similar one called Baby Road Trip. When we start singing “We’re going on a road trip, you and me, going on a road trip now…” She starts bouncy and smiling like crazy. She’s scared of the vacuum and animals. She hates going to sleep. And everytime she goes down, cries herself to sleep (it’s been that way since day 1). With bedtime and 2 naps a day, the neighbors just love us.

Although she does play with toys, she doesn’t really like things. She mostly likes mom, dad and Seporah. Unfortunately the house continues to get messier and messier with now 2 toddlers. Mostly due to the fact that I used to clean before the girls woke up and now they’ve been waking up most mornings before 6. No the sun is not up at that time.

So here’s a picture of when my baby was a baby and then some pictures of my no longer baby, but my little toddler toddling around dressed up in mommy’s necklace and no pants (oh and though you can’t tell, smeared with mac and cheese).