
The first 12 months of motherhood were tough for me and I’ve been very candid about it here. Thankfully, right around Levi’s first birthday I started feeling better after finally seeking help for my postpartum anxiety/depression. I’m in no part saying being a mom is easy at any point, but I’ve been having plenty of fun with Levi since he turned one and I’m pretty jazzed about it. A lot of it has to do with my mental health, but part of it is because Levi’s grown into this fascinating little person.
We have a walker
Levi’s always been a happy boy, but man was he happy once he started walking around 14 months. He’s beyond excited to explore his surroundings, and it’s been a real joy to watch. Seeing his entire face light up when he picks up a branch or a rock is nothing short of delightful. To clarify, watching him pick up rocks gets boring after about five minutes, but seeing his face light up never gets old.
Now that Levi’s walking we’ve been taking him to the park which is such a nice activity even though he mainly likes the swings and picking garbage up off the ground (baby steps). Of course, walking has come with its own set of challenges, i.e., he has to be watched ALL of the time. Literally, I’ll be talking with David for 30 seconds only to find Levi dipping his hands into the toilet bowl (warning: this post may contain graphic imagery). He typically gets angry when I try sticking him in the play pen to get something done, but we don’t have any other space in the house that’s entirely baby proof — even our playroom has a massive lamp in it (we decorated before having a baby). Since I don’t want to place him in front of the T.V. just yet (we’re trying to hold off till he’s about two years old), preparing dinner has been a challenge if David’s not home in time to watch him.








