It is so hard to believe our big boy is 1 year old! We love being parents...such a crazy ride this last year has been and we are so thankful for our little man. Here are a few stats...
Length - 75th percentile : Weight - 25th percentile : Head - HUGE and holding strong in the 98th percentile
He is an excellent sleeper...seriously...I am very spoiled.
His current favorite foods are oatmeal, scrambled eggs, pasta, and bread
He LOVES to wrestle with daddy
He has six teeth, two of which he cut this last week
He loves to laugh
He loves to play (aka bang) on daddy's guitar (Paul is not too fond of this)
He loves music; specifically he loves dancing and he bangs on everything like its a drum...the coffee table, the laundry basket, the walls, people's faces...it makes no difference to him.
He is a bruiser! I am expecting many emergency room trips in our future...
His loves to swim and to take baths.
He is my little cuddlebug and he gives the BEST hugs
His favorite toys today are...his ball pit (thanks Nana), the pillows on the couch, and as I mentioned earlier, daddy's guitar (I know the last two aren't toys, but he doesn't seem to realize that)
He loves to eat...and eat...and eat...and eat
Paul and I are so very blessed to be raising this little boy. Throughout the last year, we have had many sweet moments (naps on the couch with a new baby and intentional hugs from our now big boy are two of my favorite things); many proud moments (what new parent isn't proud of the first time their baby says "mama" or takes their first step or learns what it means when dad says the word "no" and actually obeys it...granted we are still working on that last one!); several scary moments (yes, yes, I was intimidated by projectile vomit, even if it was only acid reflux; and of course we can't forget our urgent care visit in Texas for a pneumonia/ear infection combo, and our recent ER visit after a 3 car pile up); some gross moments that I would rather forget (I thought the projectile vomit was bad until I experienced projectile poop; and lets just say that I now know the reason that people put those safety locks on their toilets...you can't turn your back on a little mover for two seconds, not even to move the laundry around!); lots of funny moments (he is currently spinning around on the floor with a balloon, growling...not sure why but it's pretty entertaining); and some humbling moments (yes, I forgot to bring an extra outfit for my child who has reflux and gets his clothes changed 6 times a day, to the church nursery this morning...again; No, I could not tell that my baby isn't gaining enough weight and needs formula; yes, I am an RN, but I do not know why my son has been crying for the last 8 hours...ear infection? pneumonia? teething? tired and just being irritable?...if only these problems had different symptoms). We are so grateful to our Lord for our son and for every minute, whether good, bad, or messy, that we have been given with him.
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