I am sorry to say that I have fallen into the second child trap of being a complete slacker when it comes to documenting your life. I could blame it on the craziness of our summer travels, or trying to finally get a handle on so many projects around the house, or even a fairly stubborn case of writer's block, but ultimately the days, weeks and months of this summer have flown by and with so much still left to do to at the end of each day, the blog was one of the casualties. And truth be told, my failure to finally sit down and write you this letter in honor of your first year, which has turned into months 12, 13, 14 AND 15...is probably more about wanting to stop time and wanting to freeze your perfect little-baby-heaven-ness rather than admit that time is relentlessly rushing by refusing to slow with a complete disregard for how hard I ignore it. And as the weeks roll on, I see you turning into a toddler right before my very eyes and while I love love love love this stage, I will definitely miss your baby snuggles.
Here you were at 12 months....
And at 13 months...not quite fully walking yet...but oh so close...
You are so adventurous. Here you are as I found you one morning after doing the breakfast dishes up on the dining room table, checking everything out with a lollipop from the diaper bag in your mouth. You were so proud and cute, it was impossible to be upset with you.
Horses, oh my!
Park swing (and yes your feet are that big! - currently you and Mack wear the same size)
You love Mickey Mouse and with your latest "no one but mommy" phase, that sometimes gets me exactly 25 minutes to prepare a meal, do dishes, get us ready to walk out the door, etc.:
I love you so very very much...