Saturday, May 15, 2010

Guess who's One

I spent a lot of time on this collage, but for the LIFE of me I cannot get my program to transfer it into a clear, large version. Arghhh. I finally decided that slightly blurry tiny pictures are better than NO pictures, especially since his birthday was ten days ago. 

One year ago on the evening of May 3rd I went to the hospital to be induced. The nurse asked me if I didn't want to just wait a little longer and have a Cinqo de Mayo baby. I laughed (okay, I fake laughed) and said "Nope! Get him out." Thirty-six hours later at 3 a.m. on May 5th, Little Mr. B finally made his debut. Apparently he liked the nurse's idea and thought the Mexican Day of Independence would be a good day for a birthday. He's lucky we didn't name him Pedro. 

I can't really wrap my brain around how much has happened in the last year, because I don't remember. It is a blur. But this is what I do know. 

Brecken is one of the greatest joys in my life. He lights up my heart. 
He is mellow and patient. 
He sleeps through the night like a champ (12+ hours most of the time). 
He has four little teeth that he frequently flashes in a cheesy grin. 
He can feed himself a bottle, but prefers when someone else does it for him. 
He is taking five to six steps at a time with his arms waving above his head like a chimpanzee.
He is a big-time mama's boy.
He still prefers crawling and he is FAST.
If he finds something in the carpet while he's crawling, he considers it fast food.
He can ride in the car for a long time and not make a single sound, but if a song comes on the radio with a good beat he's been known to head bang. 
He is an explorer, but doesn't cause too much trouble yet. He just sort of investigates the house.
He is one of the happiest babies I've ever met. If he is full and changed, he's pretty much good to go.

His brothers love him immensely. At a parent-teacher conference at Greyson's preschool, his teacher told me that Brecken is the only thing Grey ever talks about. Brecken this, and Brecken that. He is loved.

So how do you celebrate 12 months of life with the sweetest, squishiest, cuddliest little guy in the world?

Auntie Elli brings over the perfect (supervised) gift for a one-year-old.

And when you show it to him, his eyes light up with a fierce delight and his tongue hangs out like a labrador. 

Yeah, he REALLY likes the look of those balloons. 

And then you watch him slobber, attack, punch, and shake the balloons for over an hour.

And his tongue stays out for most of that time.

To be honest, a little over one year ago, I was terrified. I didn't think I'd be able to handle four kids, especially going into the summer and it being Jarrod's busiest time of year. But we got through it. And now here we are and the hardest part (in a manner of speaking) is over. And I'm a little sad. Because my last little baby is just about a toddler. 

Happy Birthday, B~ you're the best surprise I ever got.  

1 comment:

  1. I love your blogs...look forward to reading them, they bring joy to my life!


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