one love

Happy First Birthday Baby!

On the eve of you turning one, I find myself sort of at a loss for words. Seems like such a big moment for all of us, and I'm not sure I can do it justice just now while I am all choked up thinking about what a big boy you have become.

So instead, for now, I'll just post this video and tell you that we love you. So, so much.

never say never

D,

There has long been a sort of running list (in my head) of things I would never own. For example, a digital picture frame, any sort of mat that goes on or around a toilet, a long denim skirt or a sports jersey. Those who know me best, in fact, probably know that vertical blinds are at the very tippity top of that list. Shudder.

Probably somewhere on this list - toward the middle to bottom- was a teepee (unless is was that really cool Fendi teepee I saw in Harrods years ago that had matching snowshoes and a canoe). I mean why would I have a teepee? I hate camping, and I like air conditioning.

Yet that is exactly what we got you for your first birthday. And your Pops and I are beyond excited to give it to you. I just know it is going to provide you (and by you, I mean us) with years of entertainment. We already set it up - for a dry run only - just to make sure it is all set to go for your actual birthday. Practical, really.

We did NOT watch Real Housewives of New Jersey while sitting in it and eating cupcakes from Makenna's party.

Mumford and Jackson enjoying some teepee time

every breath you take, I'll be watching you

Dilly,

I have confession. Every night when you are sleeping, just before I turn out all the lights and go to bed, I creep into your room on tiny mouse feet and gaze at you. I have hardly missed a night since the day you were born. I just stand over your crib and watch you peacefully breathing in and out and take in all of your yummy-ness. No matter how rough our day was, in that moment, all is perfect in the world. More than once, I have just stood over you and gotten all misty eyed from it all.

Last night, for the first time ever, you caught me.

It must have been so very creepy for you. You rolled over, looked up, and there I was just peering back at you. As an adult, that is actually one of my worst fears realized. You handled it better than I would have though. You scrunched up your eyebrows at me, smiled, reached up a finger to do your touch thing, and then scrunched up your eyebrows again.

I took that as my invitation to get out. So I did. And you fell right back asleep.

Still though, you can bet your sweet self I'll be right back in there again tonight. No lesson learned here.