One Year

The first birthday is always bittersweet. I miss that precious little newborn that he was, but look forward to all the many milestones I know that he will meet. He no longer nurses peacefully in my arms, but would rather do so standing on his head and feet with his butt up in the air. It only makes me cherish more the "down" nursing times. As rare as they have become.

Sometimes I miss the sleepy baby in my arms where ever we were, that precious little newborn. But I wouldn't trade it for the laughing, the clapping, the waving, those sweet slobbery baby kisses, the way he shakes his head "no" at any question you ask him, the silly little toddler that he is quickly becoming.

He is not walking yet like his brothers were, has not said a handful of word like Hunter had, but by your 3rd child you no longer care when they hit these milestones and don't compare them to other babies.

But I love that he has a mouthful of teeth (his brothers got theirs late) and will eat anything I give him. He might not open for seconds or thirds, but he has not spit anything back at me either.

He seems to be slowing down a bit. He was 24lbs. and 31 in. Only 2 pounds since January. But that's good. I don't mind him getting bigger, but I also want him to be my baby for as long as possible.