You’re killing me smalls.
Not really. If I was going to die from sleep deprivation, it probably would have happened already. And even after the most frustrating nights, your happy eyes and smile melt away any resentment I had. And your hair. It sticks straight up and makes you look even more adorable. I kind of hope it stays like that forever.
You are such a stinker! You know when you are into something you are not supposed to be because you will either try to hide from me or run away from me. As soon as you see a gate left open, you are gone. I have never seen a chunky baby move so fast.
You are so bright. I can tell by the way you play with toys; you are always trying to figure out how they work. You also seem to have inherited your big brother Brady’s obsession with electricity; you are already trying to pull all the plugs out of the outlets.
I spent so much time agonizing over whether or not to try for a third child and every time I see your face, I know I made the right decision. You fill a space in my heart that I did not even know was empty until you came along.
This past year has been a wild ride. I am so looking forward to the next year with you learning to talk. I cannot wait to hear what you have been thinking all this time.