In one month's time I will have a one year old. For me this is harder than turning 30. Time feels like it keeps reminding me that it's one year closer to my baby boy becoming a big boy.
I'm quickly snapped back to reality when I think of all this baby has brought to my life, and how much more we have to learn from each other. It makes the prospect of having a ONE year old seem less daunting. ;) Don't get me wrong, I'm proud beyond measure, I just get overwhelmed when I think of the whiplash I'm getting from flying time. They tell ya time flies, but I had no idea it would be lightning speed.
Daddy taught him how to blow raspberries. He thinks it's funny. Momma thinks otherwise.
No new words, but lots of new sounds. He likes to match pitches with you.
This baby loves to dance! He'll hear a commercial with a catchy tune and I'll find him bouncing to it.
His fave toy this month is a ball.
He loves eskimo and butterfly kisses. He laughs when I do it.
He got his second baby cold/cough. I think he contracted it from the petrie dish called Legoland. That place was swarming with lil walking germs.
He does these incredibly cute faces. One is squinting his eyes and smiling really big, showing his teeth. Precious. His newest expression is raising his eyebrows and making his eyes really large. So cute!
I love this baby so much, all eleven months of him. Never before have I had about 12 emotions running through me at one time; motherhood has a way of doing that to me.
Heisel Rules! {the Nest}










