In January, I ran my favorite post of all time: a guest post from Max. As I mentioned, when I started this blog I couldn't have imagined Max would type out his thoughts, but he did. Also: A shell creature got the best of me.
In February, Max started asking if we were OK, I refused to help him (for his own benefit) and I attempted to take back the hospital where Max was born.
In March, Max waved his hands in the air like he just didn't care—a reminder to us all; I pointed out how Max is doing a good job of raising me; and I discussed how to respond when someone uses the word "retard" without using the phrase "My name is Inigo Montoya, prepare to die!"
In April, the kids made a big announcement about our family, I was grateful for this girl's small act of kindness, explained why "uts" is an amazing word and discovered 22 freebies, services and grants for kids with special needs.
In May, I swooned when Max drew a heart for the first time. Plus, I summed up special needs motherhood in GIFs.
In June, I pondered the amazing things I saw in a video of Max and what he would teach his new baby brother.
In July, I shared 10 emoticons for special needs parents and felt grateful that Max appreciates the little pleasures in life.
In August, Sabrina wrote about her baby brother to be, I mouthed off about a staring incident and what people didn't get about the hot model with Down syndrome, and mused on the time of day when the worries go away.
In October, Ben!!! Who brought a whole new level of love to our family.
In November, Max read The New York Times, overcame his fear of stadiums and went to a Jets game and helped out around the house and with Ben. Also, oopsie, my head exploded at the pediatrician's.
In December, I revealed yet more things heard around our house, shared a story about a father of a boy with Down syndrome who helped open a teaching hotel for people with disability and celebrated the OMG moment at our back door.
Wishing all of you a happy, healthy, progress-filled, fun, low-drama, sane-ish and satisfying New Year. And enjoy your children. If yours has special needs, I know just how it feels like to want him to mature and to wish you could speed up time but they are only little once—savor it.