Happy first birthday to my little man. Love you so.
One year ago I felt completely unprepared to welcome a third child to our family. And most days I'm still unprepared. But you're a complete joy of a baby. A round, solid, adorable, bundle of joy.
You are constantly on the move now. Never ceasing. You won't even take the time to learn to stand up. You'd prefer to be on your hands and knees crawling everywhere.
Your sisters do their best to catch you. And hug you. And kiss you. And pin you down. But not for long. Cause you have places to go.
The best way to keep you in one spot is to put you outside in the grass. You don't hate it, but you don't love it. So you'll just sit there waiting for someone to pick you back up.
Like your sisters, you are a talker. There is a lot of babbling that comes out of your mouth. And lots of waves and "hi"s. You love talking and are so proud and pleased when someone repeats the same sound back to you. {Is it possible that we'll have three children who speak nonstop? Lord have mercy.}
You just might be the classic baby of the family. You go with the flow, show up when you are supposed to show up, and smile at your adoring fans.
Happy day to you, Lil Bud.
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