I can hardly believe that I have a one year old. This year has gone by very quickly and I feel like Brrrr is still a wee little baby.
There is something about being around the age of 1 that makes you realize the baby stage is over:
Climbing chairs, up on the couch, the words "no" coming out of the mouth. The bitting, the adventures in the toilet, the dirty looks when mom takes away the object of effection-usually a phone, ipod, glass jar, or deer antler.
I am the first to admit that my home is not baby proof. Heck today Brian pushed a kitchen chair over to the fridge and climbed on it and started hitting the buttons on the front.
He is cruzing furniture and has taken a few steps, but doesn't want to walk and that's ok by me. He's a boy through and through and this is different for me. I am not sure if I am completely ready for the terror he's becoming.
On the morning of his birthday we went to his 12 month well check.
Dude is 22.7 lbs, & 31 1/4 inches tall.
He wasn't quite sure what to do with a candle
A good choice of green frosting?
I think so.
My sweet birthday boy!
You keep me on my toes. And I am loving every minute of it. Thanks for a great year and hopefully many more to come!
I love you Brian!