|My one year old boy. (16 months)|
Sweet sweet boy.
Who loves to take a running start just to give me a hug.
Who pinches my arm when he’s mad.
Who loves to be around his sister more than anything.
Who’s always the first one to greet his dad coming home.
The boy who chases the cats and shrieks with excitement.
The boy who smiles smiles smiles. But, when he’s ready for bed he can’t be bothered with anything else.
My favorite thing is hearing him awake and getting him out of the crib. Almost always, I’m greeted with smiles and giggles. Jumping up and down, waiting to get into his mama’s arms. It’s the best feeling in the world.
My little baby who has turned into a little cuddle bug as he climbs into my lap and looks back up at me with a huge smile.
He is the most loving. When I sit on the floor, he sneaks behind me so he can surprise me with a hug.
|Always ready to model for a picture!|
My picky eater. Still a pain in the ass to change his diaper.
He loves to be funny. He does this weird squat walk and I just can’t stop laughing. He makes sure that I am watching and laughing. He genuinely loves to make other people happy at just one year’s old.
He throws himself on the floor when he is mad. He can be a little faker. Hanging onto my legs for dear life. With his pouty face. Bad over actor. And I don’t care. I let him think I fall for it. I pick him up and squeeze him. I ask him what’s wrong and he just lays his head on my shoulder thinking victory! I got her! And he does.
The funny thing about kids. You wonder how you ever lived without them. Completely exhausted, completely unorganized, completely in love and completely whole all at the same time. I have never felt so complete.