It’s been a year had the craziest night of my life. A year since I told my husband to run red lights and possibly scared the shit out of him. A year since I screamed at nurses and prayed (or maybe silently cursed) over and over again that the Dr. would arrive. Good times!
Yes, it seems implausible that a year can go by THAT QUICKLY, but it’s been a year since we welcomed the easiest going kid into our family.
Yes, my littlest lovebug…
This big ‘ol bundle of sweetness and joy…
is now one.
AND He has already eaten A LOT of cake (with more to come!)
Like a pro.
I think a part of me sobbed a little on Monday, but the other half was overjoyed. I mean, I get to stop pumping – how can I be sad?
E is quickly becoming an independent little guy – with OPINIONS and a slight temper (I KNOW — SHOCKING!!).
Don’t worry though – boyfriend KNOWS he is cute and that he can get away with anything… for now.
Who says no to those eyelashes?
And really, independence can be a good thing. And did I mention not having to pump at work (I’m weaning right now)?
I’ll have a full update at some point (maybe sometime before his next birthday) — it just felt remiss to not post about the big day. I AM more excepting of his oneness than I thought. I guess that’s how you know the baby factory is OFFICIALLY closed. Or you know, you feel fulfilled. (and/or excited about possibly sleeping again soon?)
A year ago a posted a similar picture with the tag – “Life is good.” And you know what? Life IS good – even if it’s a little bit fuller. A little more hectic. And Zzzzzzzz.
Happy, Happy Birthday to my littlest man — we rocked that first year together!