Summer came, but it was London, so it wasn't summer like in many parts of the world. I longed for sleep. I prayed that solids would help. They didn't, really, but they made the nappies worse. I bought the baby food cookbook and made my own baby food. I never thought I would do that. Blake learned to crawl. He didn't want to stay put. We decided to move. The credit crunch meant that nobody was buying property, so we decided to stay put. I yearned for more space, and longed to live in the middle of nowhere so that I wouldn't have to feel guilty about the neighbours hearing a screaming baby. I was thankful to live in the middle of a city where I had plenty to do. I had thought it was hard to keep an eye on Blake when he was rolling over, but it was ten times harder when he was crawling and pulling himself up. The Olympics were on, but I hardly watched any; I didn't see one second of women's gymnastics, so I can't say whether those Chinese girls were old enough or not. I don't know where the weeks went. I longed for more sleep. I longed for a day off. Saturdays and Sundays were nice, but they were never vacation days.
In the fall, we had Blake baptized. He was an angel. I tried to exercise more seriously. I realized that my body would never be the same again. We dressed Blake as a cowboy for Halloween. I watched the leaves change color. I watched America vote for a black man to replace a white cowboy in the White House. For the first time in 8 years, I voted for the person who won. The world seemed a brighter place. I watched the leaves fall off the trees. I watched my bank balance dwindle as Blake's smile got bigger and bigger. Teeth started to appear, and that caused some tears. I felt guilty for the neighbour. I felt guilty a lot of the time. I made peace offerings in the form of wine. I wondered if anyone had ever died of sleep deprivation. I started to worry about going back to work. The kind that takes place in an office. I felt thankful that at least for the moment, I have a job to go back to.
We all had colds, multiple ones that seemed to run into one another and kept us feeling ill for most of one month. All of a sudden, it was Christmas, but I hardly bought any presents. I knew we had everything we really need. I was thankful for everything I have. I thought about how nice it would be to be a grandparent, but reminded myself that grandparents had to be parents to begin with. I started to think about resolutions, which include being a better wife, and drinking more water. I always want to be better...a better friend to those who call me their friends, a better mother to my son, a better wife to my wonderful husband, a better blogger, and so on. But I do my best, I tell myself.
It's been quite a year, one I could have never imagined in my wildest dreams. I've done nothing; I've done loads. I've seen amazing transformations. I've felt joy and sadness, agony and ecstasy, sleep deprivation and...more sleep deprivation. This, as I can best recall, was my blessed, wonderful, sleep-deprived 2008.
From the editorial, managerial, and contributing teams here at DwL, we wish you a healthy, happy and joyous New Year. May 2009 be your best year ever and may all your dreams come true. I'm just hoping for sweet dreams.