Today my baby - my darling, sweet, funny, smart, loving, kissy-face - is a big one-year-old today. It was a trying year with a three-year-old in tow, to be certain. (I hear four is better? Is this true? Please-oh-please-oh-please?!) I'm sure my cousin who has six kids probably thinks I'm a wuss for barely making it through life with two kids. But MAN! Let me tell you what a whirlwind it has been! A lot of ups, some downs. And a whole lot of busy. Here it is in numbers:
250: number of times I had to drop off or pick up Buggy from preschool.
125: number of times I had to wake Big K from a morning nap to pick up Buggy from preschool.
2: number of times I crashed my car at preschool. In front of witnesses.
1: number of 5 series BMW's I crashed into at preschool belonging to a fellow parent.
18: number of pictures I took of Big K during his first year of life. (He suffers from "Second Baby Syndrome")
37: number of temper tantrums thrown by me.
38: number of temper tantrums thrown by Buggy.
2: number of kids I have
63: number of kids it feels like I have
540: number of cubes of organic baby food I lovingly prepared.
365: number of breakfasts I have prepared (lovingly, of course)
365: number of lunches I have
345: number of dinners I have (grudgingly) prepared.
20: number of times we have gone out to dinner because I couldn't stand the thought of preparing ONE. MORE. MEAL.
17: number of ballet classes I had to drag Buggy to.
1: number of dress rehearsals I had to drag Buggy to.
2: number of dance recital performances starring the world's cutest Hopping Bunny.
8: number of gymnastics classes attended by Buggy.
34: number of ECFE classes attended by Big K and I.
20: number of swimming classes.
34: number of Spanish classes for Buggy.
6: number of trips to the zoo. The big one. The Minnesota Zoo.
5: number of airplane trips we have taken. Arizona twice, Michigan, Canada, and North Carolina.
4,695: number of loads of laundry I have washed/dried/folded/sometimes put away.
750: number of hours I squandered watching trashy TV while posting on Facebook.
4: number of times I called the police because my cat set off the security system.
2190: number of diapers I have changed. (of which approximately 1990 were poopy)
150: number of loads of diapers I have washed.
150: number of times I have asked myself why in the world I ever decided to use cloth diapers.
6522: number of hugs and kisses I have doled out.
6519: number of hugs and kisses I have received in reciprocation.
1: number of times we lost all three bunnies (Buggy's lovey). At the same time.
3: number of bunnies recovered by my diligent searching and combing of house, neighborhood, and recent destinations.
0: number of stitches, broken bones, or any other serious injury that would result in a trip to the hospital (knock wood)
3: number of hours I was in labor.
45: number of minutes I had to "not push" as I waited for my doctor to arrive.
15: number of minutes of pushing to deliver Big K.
1: number of seconds it took me to fall in complete and utter love with my sweet boy.
9: number of months it took for Buggy to realize that her life was irrevocably altered - and not necessarily for the better.
6: number of Big K's all-nighters.
360: number of times I have ended the day wishing I had done things differently.
5: number of times I remembered to do things differently.
2: number of kids I always wanted and am completely blessed to have.