(UPDATE: I did the math again and realized I was off by a day...but close enough... No one ever accused me of being a mathematician.)
I expected so much of Garrett I feel. When I think back about Addie being a baby, all the crying... from her AND me... telling Garrett 'no' and 'just a minute' so often when I was nursing... saying, "Garrett don't push that button!" when I was pumping... Being tired... Being depressed... Trying hard to have one on one time with him, but always feeling like a failure... When I rewind to those times for Addie and I, for some reason I don't rewind Garrett a year. When I think of those days, I still see him as an independent 2 year old. But he was barely one. Not walking, not talking, not understanding who this loud addition to our home was, and why mom spent so much time with her.
He's a good kid. He's so patient with me, and Paul, and Addie. He has a loving heart. He notices and cares about others. When I
Pictures of Lulu from today... Garrett was this age(!!).
"And me, mom!"