It seems impossible, but it has happened. Baby C turned one. His birthday was on Friday. We actually had to start the celebration Thursday night, because Big C had a basketball tournament starting Friday night. We had his favorite foods for dinner. We had chocolate cake, which he has liked in the past, but did not really enjoy this time. He is a very picky eater. We are really working hard at getting him to try some new foods.
He and all of his siblings, especially V, love his new toys he got for his birthday.
I am so grateful that he is in our family. I know he is supposed to be here. He brings so much joy to our lives. He loves to laugh. And we love to hear him laugh. He loves his siblings and he loves his parents. He is enjoying figuring out how to walk. He just takes off and walks to the middle of the room and then plops down. He doesn't seem scared at all. He doesn't like us to hold him and let go, but he likes to let go of whatever he is holding and start walking. Sometimes he has a destination, sometimes he does not. He, unlike all of his older siblings, is not a talker yet. I guess it helps that he has so many people to interpret what he is saying that he does not need to speak clearly. The funny thing is that he can say everybody's names relatively clearly. But, common words he does not say. He also doesn't say mom or mama.
I am, obviously, disappointed and that he is growing so quickly and that I will never experience these stages again in my children's lives. But, it is so much fun to see his personality come out. It is so much fun to be able to enjoy life with him.
I sure love you, Mr. Mago.
(And, like usual lately, the pictures are not in order. I may or may not have an opportunity to rearrange them, but at least they are here.)