It's amazing to think that this blog has been going on for over six years now. When I started it I had no idea how long I'd really keep it up. I did well with a website back in the day, but eventually I stopped updating that...but would it be any different when it was about my own family? Turns out I shouldn't have worried. I do wonder how long I can keep this up, and I worry about Carter getting the shaft in the long run since I've documented more than five years (and counting) of Jacob's life, and what if I can't do the same for Carter? Still, six years of posts is pretty amazing.
Sometimes it's fun to look back and see how we've progressed. A while back I did a post like this and planned on doing it more when blog fodder was low, but I don't really think I ever did. So, today, I will. As a side note, we learned this weekend that Carter can climb stairs (while having a grown-up shadow, of course!) and that he's getting much closer to saying "Mama". Well, he can say it, but we're not sure he gets it yet. But he might, ever so slightly. Fingers crossed on my end to make that word #1! And now, without further ado...
2008 - I was doing some maternity shopping with mixed success. I was waiting to feel baby movement. I was enjoying most of pregnancy so far despite my all of my reading giving me a lot of things to worry about. I put together a giant desk that moved into our office in order to accommodate some switcheroos happening in making our guest room into the baby's room and the office into an office/guest room combo. It was a cautiously exciting time in general...so many unknowns, but so many exciting new things ahead.
2009 - Jacob was seven months old (equivalent to Carter when we were in Disney, for reference). I was marveling at how life with a baby had become our new normal, and how exhausting but rewarding it all was. Jacob was recovering from his second bout of bronchiolitis, both of which left him with nasty coughs that lasted for months. Fortunately, he was in between bad bouts of sleeping troubles, which was a major relief. He seemed to be getting closer to crawling, but in reality he still had more than a couple months before he accomplished that milestone. He was still having a lot of trouble with solid foods, but I was hoping that daycare peer pressure would help him along there. We also did our first visit with long-distance buddy Colin, who was a couple months younger than Jacob and in town visiting his grandparents with his mom Laurie. It was so cute to see them together.
2010 - Jacob was nearing 18 months and was starting to talk. He had a number of words in his vocabulary, including "Amerks" and "Knighthawks". Very important words! His love of sports was already quite clear, and in addition to running around the house with a stick of some sort, he was getting more creative in his play. He was adjusting to his new daycare that he started at the beginning of the year, but it was a long process that involved a lot of tears and quite a few bad reports. It seemed to take a long time for the folks at the new daycare to appreciate him the way the ones at the old daycare did, but now they love him despite his challenges. His behavior was starting to get very challenging at times, and he even had recently jumped out of his crib in frustration one night. We were in the process of selling our house, which was crazy. We were close to getting an offer on our house, which was important to keep the deal we had on the house we have now. Thank goodness it all worked out! Craig and I enjoyed a night in Toronto without Jacob for a Knighthawks game, which was a nice break. God knows we could use one of those right now!
2011 - We were starting to make real efforts to get Jacob potty trained. I bought him underwear and created a potty chart. It would be a while still before we had any success with that, though. Nearly a year, I think! We also had Jacob's mole removal surgery on his leg, which was stressful leading up to it but a non-event once it happened. Luckily no other suspicious ones have showed up since. The scar on his leg is barely visible, and someday it will all be covered in hair anyway!
2012 - Jacob was just getting over his pneumonia/strep throat/stomach bug debacle that almost landed him in the hospital. He had crushes on his daycare teachers, and even claimed to have sent one birthday flowers from her boyfriend! We were in the process of trying for baby #2, but pretty much at the point where we had to take a break from trying because of our upcoming trip to Florida--which of course didn't happen when it was supposed to after all. The break was to avoid being massively pregnant when the trip was supposed to happen. I pondered the reasons why God was allowing us to go through the fertility issues, and most of my reasons ended up being pretty true. We were starting to deal with some of Jacob's behavior issues, but he was also showing us amazing skills like doing puzzles, which was really cool to see.
2013 - I was largely pregnant and getting very uncomfortable. The bad pressure was starting and while I didn't know it at the time, I was only about 3-4 weeks away from Carter's arrival. I was really worried about going early for a lot of reasons, and the discomfort was really starting to get to me. We had gotten some major projects around the house taken care of, but the baby's room still needed a lot of work. My co-workers threw me a small, surprise shower which gave me a big gift card that got used up pretty quickly when I went to replenish our stock of baby stuff! I was worrying about life with two kids, and even wrote a letter to an as-yet-unnamed Carter about being baby boy #2 in our home. I told him about his brother, about how I'd wanted a girl, how this pregnancy (and all the waiting leading up to it) had been, and encouraged him to stay in there as long as possible. At least he listened for a little bit!
It's hard to believe how much history we've got behind us in this parenting gig, considering this was just a week out of each year and there were a lot of significant things happening almost every year. As much as I'd like to think things were so much simpler then, I know that each period had stresses of its own (though, of course, nothing quite as serious and concrete as we're dealing with now, with major behavioral concerns and serious, permanent diet changes). It's quite the history I'm writing, though, isn't it?