Every December 31st, I can't believe it's here already: the changeover from one year to the next. It always seems to have flown by. Until I sit and reflect on the year, and then the months are miles away, barely visible in the distance...
In January, I turned 25. Life was a blur of snowy winter outside and eensy-babyness inside.
In February, one of my closest friends and Westley's honorary aunt came to visit. I learned a new "game."
In March, I quit my job.
In April, I met a fabulous author/blogger/woman, and signed escrow papers with a baby on my lap.
In May, Westley was baptized. I freaked out and stopped going to church for a while.
In June, Westley got a tooth, and I got sick. And then I got sick again. (Westley still hasn't been sick. Not ever. [Knocking on wood like crazy.])
In July, I spent Tuesday afternoons in a moms' group. Worst decision I've made so far as a mom.
In August, Westley started talking to me in actual pre-words that I actually understood! I started singing a lot more.
In September, I quit caffeine, because I am a masochist.
In October, Rob took a week-long vacation, and I wondered if I'd ever have a real job again. Like, the kind that comes with the occasional week-long vacation.
In November, Westley fell into the coffee table and cut his eyebrow. He hasn't stopped bumping and bruising himself since then (which I guess sort of makes up for the never-been-sick thing).
In December, Westley turned one. I felt sad most of the time and wondered if it's possible to suffer from post-partum depression more than a year later (Rob said, "I think that's just regular depression."). I quit caffeine for real. My sweet little boy walked towards me.
In 2009, I will take more pictures of my son ... I will speak kinder words to my husband ... I will eat less and exercise more ... I will think kinder thoughts to myself ... I will figure out what else I want to be when I grow up.
See you in 2009! Happy New Year, all!