One year old.
Three hundred sixty five memorable and incredible days.
Fifty five hours of labor. Fifteen stitches. Three bouts of mastitis. All forgotten with just one of your smiles.
One totally awesome first birthday party.
Fifteen adults, seven babies, twenty balloons, three cakes.
One totally incredible little boy – a lover of dancing, music, finding sticks, eating leaves, and goofing around with mom and dad as much as possible.
One full year of breastfeeding. Approximately thirty bottles taken over the course of an entire year. My longest stretch away from you in 365 days? Six hours.
Twenty one pounds and six ounces. Thirty inches tall. Ninety eighth percentile for your giant head. Sorry kid, it runs in the family.
One or two naps each day – depending on the mood. Usually one to two hours each, on a good day.
One wakeup each night, usually around four am. 365 times I have wondered if tomorrow you will sleep through the night.
Infinite number of kisses covering your chubby cheeks.
Two baby shoes eaten by your favorite yellow dog last week in just ten minutes. Too many curse word’s out of mom’s mouth when she found them.
Thousands and thousands of photos of you, clogging up the hard drive on mom’s laptop. Approaching zero memory left to spare.
Three miles maximum in your stroller, seven in a hiking backpack!
Eight baby teeth that love to chomp on pears, blueberries, avocado, and raspberries.
Six flights across the country – Indiana, Hawaii, Ohio, Atlanta, Ohio (again), and Washington, DC!
Two incredibly proud and grateful parents. Two drooly dogs that love sitting under your high chair. Countless conversations about how we can’t remember life without you. Many parenting clichés we have become.
One happy, healthy, and hilarious little boy. Endless laughs all day long.
One year that I can’t possibly do justice through words. I can’t wait to see what follows!