I keep gushing over how my baby will be turning a year old in a couple of weeks. I can not stop talking about her party, the plans and every detail. I am getting so excited for her first birthday, I think my husband is going to duct tape my mouth shut. Which surprises me because I am the completely opposite of a girly girl. I was always the one playing in mud and my husband says that I am a dude. I did cheer basically my entire life, but that was just to be closer to the crunching of the shoulder pads and to yell at the football players to get their asses in gear!
With that being said I am also very sad that my baby is turning a year old. I cannot believe that it has been a year already, like I don't get it. The first year of Benson's life went by super fast, but I feel like Marlee's first year went by a warp speed. Both of my children started walking at nine mouths, so they were/ are pretty crazy by a year old. Benson was pushing chairs to get to the counters by a year. Marlee being on the shorter side is trying to climb furniture with little success and I am okay with that.
It is just hard for me to get over it. My husband does not want anymore kids, even though I think I want one more. So realizing that she is my last baby is a hard pill to swallow. I feel that at 27 I am not ready to make the decision that I don't want anymore children. I told him if we didn't have anymore by 30 I would get my tubes tide though, because I DO NOT want anymore after 30.
She is my baby though. My little fuzzy headed girl. Who gives kisses with her tongue out. Who loves to wave, clap and dance. Her screams is so high pitched it could break glass. But I love her. I never thought I could be a "girl" mom, but she is sure making it amazing!