One wild year of blue eyed boy giggles and the ever louder 'yelling' that is the constant and singular form of communication he offers. (Aside from 'Papa' when it's fun and 'Mamamamama' when he's sad) One year of joy, of tears, of midnight feedings that he held onto until LAST WEEK. Of tired mama, of displaced sister who is slowly letting the little guy into her heart.
One year of stolen hubby kisses and extra baby snuggles and a horrifically messy house. Seriously. If you knew the level of grunge on my carpet at this very moment. One year of the most gloriously wonderful loving little guy I have ever known, with his baby kisses and hugs and finally THINKING about learning to walk. Of months and months with one dear little snaggle tooth on the bottom that made his little smiles so sweet and slightly lopsided and then within 2 weeks, 5 more appear. Poor guy!
One year of letting go and trusting that he will turn out OK, even if I don't spend time every day working with him on alphabet flash cards and shapes. (Yes, I did it with Cora. Don't judge!) One year of E.C. and learning that he is going to do it his own way and in his own time. I just gotta watch more closely!
One year with the happiest, most amazing, little guy. I wouldn't have traded it for all of the sleep in the world. Happy birthday little man! We love you!
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