Kenley–13 months

At this point, I need to just get over the fact that Kenley isn’t a baby anymore, and is very much a toddler! At 13 months (and a couple weeks since I am behind!), she can hold her own against her brother (for the most part) and is NOT shy about getting her way. *cough*SHEISTOTALLYHERDADSKID*cough*

At 13 months, Kenley is wearing 12 month clothes, some 18 month things, and still some 9 month pants– it just depends. She is definitely a peanut, taking after her mom.

Favorite things: Books, milk, grapes, apples, mandarin oranges, getting her way, the ball popper, jumping on beds and couches, all things Mickey or Minnie Mouse, trying to walk, oh and still, getting her way. Did I mention she likes to get her way?

Not-so-favorite things: NOT getting her way, not taking things away from Brayden, getting her nose wiped, getting her diaper changed, getting left behind when I go into another room.

She is walking–5-6 steps at a time and standing for longer periods alone. She still prefers to walk with someone holding on to her, but I expect any DAY now for her to just take off and never sit back down.

She is a rockstar sleeper– going from 8pm-7:30am or later pretty consistently. Naps? Have been more difficult lately. If she sleeps later than 8:30am, then morning nap doesn’t usually happen, and then sometimes her afternoon nap is only an hour or so. I TRY to get her to nap longer because otherwise she is just a bear–but most often, that doesn’t happen. Combine this with the fact that we are trying to get Brayden to drop his afternoon nap (I know, we are NUTS) , this leaves me with ZERO time in the afternoon to recharge. BUT earlier bedtimes help– which is good, because I have been keeping busy with photography!

Here’s to another month gone by, sweet girl!

525,600

It’s no surprise that as I sit here to write about Kenley being a year old, I am totally and completely in AWE that a YEAR has passed.

525,600 minutes. And yet, I remember every single moment of those days leading up to her birth like they happened yesterday. I remember having steady (yet far apart) contractions that entire week before but not wanting to go before her 10/4 birthday. I remember being SO scared of Brayden’s reaction, and fearful of another C-section. I remember holding my mom, dad, and sister in a circle after I put Brayden to bed that night before, praying for a safe delivery and a joyous celebration of new life that was to come.

I remember the drive to the hospital, checking in, crying when my OB entered the room, and walking myself into the OR for surgery. I remember Brandon sitting next to me, the anesthesiologist keeping me calm, and finally hearing that precious little cry at 7:30am on the dot. And an hour or so later?

I laid my eyes and hands on that precious bundle of joy, and felt a love like I never felt possible. We were a family of four. And it just can’t be possible that a year has already gone by.

Kenley Ann, you have been such a blessing to us this past year. You have the most amazing personality, your classic scrunch face brings me to laughter on a daily basis, and your curiosity for your brother these days is both funny yet frustrating as I feel like I am always policing you two. You are the snuggliest, coziest toddler (ACK) and I don’t want those days to end. I need a few more.

photo taken by Laura

Happy birthday, sweet girl. I can’t wait to see where another 525,600 minutes takes us.

Weekend Happenings

Have I mentioned lately how much I love weekends? Specifically when we are home for most of it? Love.

There were naps… (for the kids, not the adults)

There was a date night!

There was a Sunday morning walk with a very independent little boy.

And there was pizza and laughs with friends and cute babies. Kenley looks like a tank compared to Mr. Kaden. I didn’t get pictures of the Welborn Girls tonight…they were too busy turning their bath into a shower when Jason left the room. So funny. I love that family.

I think my hormone fog has lifted, and boy am I ever thankful. I don’t even get teary eyed when I put Kenley to bed without nursing- and that is HUGE. I cried for MONTHS after Brayden stopped, so I am very, very thankful that this was temporary. I have a life to live! :) For the record, I was never, ever diagnosed with PPD- just prescribed the Zoloft until my hormones regulated. I am not ashamed of being on medication because I know the benefits from last time, but I am so happy that today I feel like I do. Not sad, not upset- just me. Loving on my kids and enjoying the moment. Not worrying about what tomorrow will bring. It’s freeing. And now I can enjoy Kenley’s newfound independence.

How was your weekend?

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