Chase's first year can definitely be described as the quintessential "longest shortest time." On one hand, some days (and especially nights because he didn't sleep through the night until he was almost a year!) felt like they were ridiculously long but on the other hand, it went by so fast! Now at 15 months, he is becoming a little person with his own personality quirks, wants and needs, and favorites. He loves cleaning, stuffed animals (his dogs Bagel and Dog), organizing and lining up things, and is especially obsessed with the "wheels on the bus song." He loves eating (almost anything although he does go through phases), baths and water, nursing, climbing (especially stairs), and saying "Bye, Bye." He knows a few words in English (mostly animals and animals sounds) and French, and we can't wait for him to learn more! Although at the beginning, he seemed to favor Nate, for the last 6 months or so, he seems to be so severely attached to me that he doesn't let anyone else hold him when I'm around. I am hoping that it wears off sooner than later, but I'm trying to appreciate it while it lasts.
Although everybody who knows me, knows I love babies and children, I was surprised to find out that I was a terrible mother to an infant. I didn't really enjoy Chase for the first year or so of his life. He was not a bad baby but babies by definition are not very interactive and caring for them is tedious and exhausting. Now that he is a toddler and can walk, feed himself, even talk a little bit, I find parenthood much more exciting and less tedious. Still exhausting, but less pointless, I guess. We'll see how I feel when he hits the terrible 2s...
To commemorate Chase growing up and changing, here is a picture collage of his first 15 months:











