Jordyn is 1 today. Happy Birthday to my nutty little nugget! To say “I love you” doesn’t seem to express just how much you mean to me (and us). You are truly an exceptional little girl so filled with life and love, and we just can’t get enough of you!
I think I can go as far to say this past year has been the most exhausting year of my life. But you know what, I’ve also learned more about love in this past year more than any other year. Thank you, Jordyn. High needs babies are the most challenging, exhausting, confusing, frustrating, and they can also be the most lovable. I think God built them this way so we don’t ‘accidentally’ donate them along with our old clothes to GoodWill.
Jordyn is my spitfire. And my snuggler. She likes to greet us with a hug and a kiss, push you away, cackle, then come back in for another round.
She can’t decide who she likes more, Jon or me. No really, you can literally see her little heart being torn when we’re both in the room. She’s antsy and confused. Which leads to her crying. Well, most things lead to her crying. Anyway. Most of the time we end up sitting on the couch or the toddlers bed while the kids crawl on us. They are happiest this way because they both have both of our attention. Jordyn loves to crawl up onto all of us and snuggle in. She gets a HUGE grin on her face and you can just see her entire body melt and relax. All is right in the world at that very moment.
Generally speaking, Jordyn hates eating. Want proof? See image below.
She wants the whole ordeal to be on her terms, in her timing. This usually means I’m following her around the house jamming food into her face. She can’t be bothered with the constraints of a high chair. Crackers are a staple in our house now, since they easy for her to drag around. Jordyn likes 1 cracker and 1 cracker only: Ritz. She gets giddy with excitement when she sees them. So, for her birthday I made her some. A mini version for her mini little hands.
I didn’t know how she’d like them since they aren’t the same size as her usual ones. And they don’t taste 100% the same, they aren’t processed, after all. But, the kid practically jumped out of my arms when she saw them not he cookie sheet on the counter. She jammed one in her mouth and looked at me like, “mom, really, for me? Ahh, thanks mom, you’re the best.” Guess I’ll be making lots more of these. I’m not complaining, they’re delicious! Way better than the stuff from a box!
They are time consuming (like when I made homemade animal crackers). But it’s labor of love and worth every second.
Recipe adapted from Cupcake Project