One Year: Part 2

Here are a few things about Ryan's first year, my first year as a Mother, I want to remember...

I loved breastfeeding. I knew it was the best option for Ryan but I had no idea I would enjoy it so much. I suppose it was a combination of bonding and ease. The milk was always ready, always the right amount, and required no scrubbing bottles with long brushes and hot water. The ability to calm Ryan at any given moment was also a perk.

I surprised myself when it came to feeding Ryan, post-breastfeeding that is. Fresh, organic, healthy...I'm very picky as to what he eats. Oh, and he never ate pre-made baby food...ewww!

I love myself some TV, but, ironically, I've yet to allow Ryan any tube time. In fact, at least as of now, the TV isn't even on when he's awake.

Even I would have bet high stakes against me using cloth diapers....though now I'm a dedicated cloth diaper-er! Who knew?

I'm picky with what he wears. I don't like zippers directly on his skin (rules out most jammies). Don't like the oh so popular appliques on so many tops (I certainly wouldn't want my shirt to be rough). I'm even picky about the type of waist band on his bottoms! And this doesn't even touch on style!

I'm not exactly known for my patience. However, I've surprised myself with the amount of patience I have with Ryan. Now, my patience with other people, that's a whole other story.

Of course I love my child. I expected that. What I never thought about, prior to Ryan, was how much I would love his affection towards me. I'm not sure if, at his age, its love or simply security but I LOVE it when he wants me. Whatever the reason, hurt, scared, happy...its the best.

In addition to becoming a mom, 15 months ago, I got to watch my love become a father. He was a natural from the get go. We make a great team, if I do say so myself!