Happy Birthday Peanut

Remember this guy?

4.5 lbs of perfection and excessive adorableness?  17" of skin and bones?  A head the size of a softball?

Well, somehow, inexplicably, he is now a year old.  How does time march inexorably onward without seeming to?

How did my kid become 26lbs 11oz of chub?  31" of massiveness?  85-95% for most categories?  Yeah....he is ginormous.

He army crawls like a champ.  It is the funniest thing ever.  When he is excitedly going for something he makes this squeak laugh sound that just tickles me.  He gets up on his hands and knees and rocks, goes backwards, or sits up.  He loves to stand.  He essentially says "mama" and "dada".  More mama, though.  Sometimes it is mamamamamamama.  Sometimes it is mmmmmmmma.  But it's me, alright.  He still loves baths.  And he throws temper tantrums and clamps his mouth shut tightly if he doesn't want the food offered to him.  He feeds the dog.  On purpose.  And he loves to swing doors open and shut.  If he hears the bath water running, he comes a "running".  Dirt he loves; grass, not so much.  He is nearly always happy.  And he still prefers to sleep curled up with one of us.  He is, in a word, perfection.

We didn't do a big thing for his birthday.  He got a couple new toys from us, small things from family, and we had a small cake smash.  So, I leave you with photos of my incredible, giant little man.

Happy Birthday to our little miracle.  We love you more and more every day.