The longest fastest year ever.

Hands down, 2014 was the year that picked me up, threw me against the wall, forced me to get up and run as fast as I can. Does everyone have this year? The one that challenges you to operate under extreme sleep deprived, unshowered, unsettled conditions right after your dog just died and you don't have a proper place to put all your clothes? The year where you find yourself cramming as much into 4:30 PM - 5:18 PM (sometimes 5:26 PM) so you can push off picking up the baby from daycare. It's the baby you love so much but are terrified about spending two bewitching hours with? Add to that, your husband is operating on fumes because his work and work people suck every ounce of patience, hard work, and diligence out of him with no appreciation in the end. Not to mention, he has a nasty, anxiety-filled, pre-dawn to sundown commute each day to that nasty workplace.

But then there are those moments.

When he finally slept thru the night and you are thinking your wildest dreams have come true.
When we are scared to death of stopping the dreamfeed. But we do. And it is ok.
When he finally smiles. 
When he rolls over.
When he grabs the milk bottle off the counter and shoves it in his mouth.
When you realize the monkey with the pacifier is, like, gold. 
When he crawls.
When you think he actually said "bye dad." (But he really didn't).
When he starts to take on a personality and is truly interested in dogs and lights and photo holiday cards.
When he's onto you with which remote controls actually control the tv.
When he eats the food you make.
Taking those first few steps are incredible.
When he lays down with you.
When Baby Einstein DVDs do their job.
When it's silent in the house.
When you walk into his room while he sleeps because you've already missed.