Wow, this year has flown by in the blink of an eye, I feel like just yesterday I help my baby boy for the first time, and now he is a 1 year old, toddler if you will! His teeth are breaking through on the bottom, he's so close to walking, a lot of attempts with quite a few successes, 4 steps being the most he's gotten! Where has my baby gone? My sweet little boy who wrapped his hand around my finger and opened his eyes and my world became whole? Where are those sweet little sounds in his sleep? What happened to napping on my chest, or barely being able to hold his head up? Where has my baby gone? I know the answer, he's growing up, and its bitter sweet for me. Obviously I want him to grow, learn, play, all of those things, but I also want to keep him small, I want to be able to kiss him all over and him not be able to coordinate his hands well enough to push me away and stop smothering him! Is there a happy medium? Can I have the best of both worlds? Obviously not, so I'm making the best of the world I have, one in which my children grow far too fast! Heres a little view into my baby boys first year of life plus pregnancy:
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