Happy first birthday to my little love bug.
365 days of enduring, extraordinary and joyful love.
24 hours of labor - 6 of which were the most intense hours of my life. Hair has fallen out and is now lifeless, big black bags under my eyes, wider hips and more love in my heart than I knew was possible.
One happy, healthy, independent, determined, perseverant, entertaining and full of life little boy. A lover of Otis, playing with mom and dad, playing with Thomas the train, riding in the stroller, and musical anything. Two completely enthralled, exhausted and blessed parents.
1 fun birthday party with 10 adults and 0 kids in attendance. 20 eyes on you watching you open presents and eat cake (or have a meltdown).
8 trips to Nebraska to visit grandma Nancy. 6 flights – two to Minneapolis and one to California. Thousands of photos and videos that are causing my computer’s memory to go to 0.
Infinite numbers of snuggles, kisses, tickles and hugs. 4 baby teeth that are erupted - several more to come. 2-5 wake-ups each night. 2 naps each day. 3 meals plus 1 snack daily – with bottomless bites from mom’s plate. 1 full year of breastfeeding - 1 blocked duct. 4-8 feedings each day at 12 months.
Endless love and happiness under our roof. Lots of parenting stereotypes we’ve become. Unlimited parenting conversations we’ve had. One blissful home you’ve helped us create.