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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).

Seporah is not a girly-girl. However she loves it when Miss Karen paints her nails. Every time Miss Karen paints Seporah’s nails, she shows me the instant I come home. Well Miss Karen is on the mainland and Seporah has been begging me to do her nails. I finally was like ok. Note I do not wear make-up except for mascara. I mean I have none in the house, at all. So when my daughter asks to have her nails painted that means I have to buy some. Off to Walmart. Holy Cow, how many rows are dedicated to make-up?!?! Are women really that ugly?

Even though Miss Karen told me exactly what she used, it took me 3 times up and down the aisles to find it. I picked out 2 colors, one light pink I thought she would like and one for me. BTW, I’m assuming women will just buy whatever brand they want no matter how much it costs since there was no price tag on anything. When I discovered it was $6 a bottle I wanted to take it back and get a different brand, but I had no way to know if that was a good price or not.

Back home we did both of our nails. Seporah said she needed the sticker flowers on every nail, I thought that was a little excessive, but I’m not a toddler. My nail polish turned out to not look so great on me (I guess that’s what happens when you don’t play with make-up colors), once I put it on I realized it was probably meant for black women, not someone who is half-albino. I don’t think I should apply for a job as a beauty technician, our nails looked like a kindergarden drew on them instead of an adult woman actually painting them.

So I’ve been telling the girls for the last week we were going to the circus today. Apparently I lied, not intentionally. We went to see Saltimbanco by Cirque du Soleil, a group of amazing acrobats. Really and truly, it’s astounding that the human body can perform the feats they did. I mean I can barely walk across a flat surface without tripping over my own two feet. These people hung on to each other by their feet 50 feet in the air and jumped off a giant swing while doing somersaults. It doesn’t matter if I had a tether or not, if I tried what they were doing, you guys would be attending my funeral right now. Seporah thought it was pretty cool, but the whole sitting still part, not so much. Felicity didn’t care one way or another, remind me why I bought her a ticket?

…and stuff that Mormons say, well I’ll be darned

http://overheardintheward.com

Young Man Blessing the Sacrament: Oh God, [long pause] the card is gone!
Overheard by: Glad It Wasn’t My Son

Mom:What is modesty?
Three-year-old: You’re not supposed to show people your nickels.
Overheard by: Three pennies and a quarter

Pregnant Primary President: The primary presidency has had their share of pregnancies. I think it’s the young women’s turn!
Overheard by: Chasitity Shmastity

Primary Teacher: I think I’ll make brownies for our primary class next week.
Primary Teacher #2: Can you put Nyquil in them?
Overheard by: not-drugging-our-kids

Boy bearing testimony: I’m thankful for my mom because she is so cool she let us eat doughnuts and chocolate milk for breakfast this morning.
Overheard by: Kirstin

I found the chocolate Malt-O-Meal!

Very first bloody nose, gotten while rough-housing

After the bloody nose, much better with ice cream and a movie

Seporah found the spaghetti while I was playing with Felicity

See those dirty legs and clothes from playing outside

Definitely bathtime! Also it’s a really good thing all children’s soaps are non-toxic.