And just like that, we’re done counting in months!! (Aunt Michelle, I can hear you shouting with joy from here!)
Oh, this boy. And that’s just what he is…A BOY. Not a baby. Maybe a toddler, but his vocabulary negates that on a regular basis. It’s 11:30PM on the night of his birthday party, and I’m not sure I’m going to be able to do anything besides let the photos do the talking this time around. I have no interest in dragging out the emotions I’ve felt over the past week any longer, because to be honest, the range has been rather extreme. It’s a strange feeling to have time sneak up on you when you think you’ve got a handle on how relatively slowly things are going week to week. It’s almost scary how much has changed in a year and it’s just going to keep going. [Pause while mental images of school buses, math problems (cue Daddy!), sports uniforms, car keys and diplomas flash through my head...]
Things that HAVEN’T changed:
- Those absolutely perfectly squishy cheeks. Both sets. #noshame
- Love of food…including vegetables, but after the week he’s had I’m pretty sure we’re going to be on a rigorous sugar detox for the next few weeks.
- We love him. (But honestly, even that’s risen to a new level and continues to, sooo…
- That’s it.
Yes, that is frozen custard in his hair. Which reminds me, I never cleaned off the wall or picture frames behind him in the dining room…ah, well.
Things that HAVE changed:
- Shut doors need an extra level of security to be impassable.
- Counting to 20ish (eleventeen is my favorite number), alphabetting, singing all kinds of songs and randomly reciting pages from books we haven’t read in weeks.
- No necessary separation of dogs from “baby” due to excessive knocking down…now we’re working on getting him to let them out (and in, and out, and in…)
- No more binky…this one’s still a little fresh, and “stalling” has entered our bedtime/naptime routines, which is equal parts humorous, sweet and maddening.
- Chris no longer has an appendix (sorry, just like reliving that one from time to time… #destinationoperation #ridiculous)
- He yells a combination of the following anytime we drive by Faurot Field: Football Stay-dee-uhm, Go Tigers, M-I-Z, the fight song, Coach Pinkel (seriously!!), Big tiger (over walking bridge), and hot dog (with longing tone).
- He has a COUSIN!! We love Walter!
- He’s climbed out of a crib and a pack n’ play one time each. Mommy’s hedging her bets that we have another 6 months before having to trade up!
- Brussels sprouts and broccoli. More than his Uncle Zach has had in his entire life. Times three.
- He’s fed a giraffe and a camel. Which is just cool.
- We’re officially out of “survival” mode (i.e. keep baby alive) and into “actual parenting” mode (i.e. repeating things a million times and still at a loss for figuring out how to keep him from running toward the street.)
Let’s look at some pics of the party guests. We kept it small this year — grandparents and local-ish BFF families — and were planning to have it at a park to accommodate the 3 active toddlers, but SNOW and not-so-warm temps kept that plan from being executed. I shouldn’t be surprised, since there was snow on the ground the day he was born, but SOMEDAY we’ll have a nice last weekend of March, right?!
The Goebel boys (and that big Ferguson boy!) had a great time playing with new toys and eating the good stuff…they also rocked a mean set of TMNT masks…which makes it hard to tell the difference in them in a year (see last pic in section) but I think you’ll get the idea. #toobigtoofast
And for comparison…(we missed you this year, Liz! Feel better soon!)
And now for some
family grandma pics (next year, group pictures are mandatory! #dudenotpictured #wheresunclescooter)
And just a few more pics because I can’t stop (won’t stop).
Yes, that’s a fox Camelbak and I’m jealous. Too bad it’s not big enough to join my team of three (3) bottles at work. (Something about minimizing my trips to the fountain in the interest of staying hydrated out of convenience? I don’t know. I realize I work at a gym.)
We ended the day with a little yardwork. Hope his love of putting sticks and leaves in bags sticks around for a few more years!
Ok, I lied. This is the last one. Because. #allthechanges