It's hard sometimes to believe how much happens in so few days. We forget. I forgot about the two anesthesiologists. I forgot they had to stick me three times for the spinal. We forget how impossibly tiny they are. I can't imagine that he ever weighed less than 8 pounds, when now he weighs more than 21.
365 days ago he had no teeth. Now he has six.
365 days ago he was tiny, helpless, and couldn't do anything except cry and nurse. Now he can roll over, sit up, crawl, cruise, stand, walk, climb, fall. Of course, falling he was able to do then, too, with a bit of unintended assistance.
365 days ago, his favorite food was breastmilk. Now, it still is, but he sure does like peas and broccoli, too, not to mention cheerios, kix, bananas, squash, noodles with gravy, chicken, meat sticks, oh and what is that you're having? Yeah, that, too.
365 days ago his favorite things to do were nurse and sleep. Now his favorite thing to do is nurse, but he loves to take things out of containers and put them back in, look at books, and laugh with his big sisters and brother. Oh, yeah, and take all the books off the bookshelves and play in the toilet (or any water, for that matter) and climb as high as he can so that Mommy will make that squealing noise.
365 days ago he could grip my finger in his tiny hand. Now he tries to forcibly remove my teeth from my mouth so he can check them out. Now he can smile and giggle and laugh and snort as he tries to tickle me.
Today my sweet Nemo, my last baby, turned one. He has a double ear infection, and Sunny "bonked" him on the head with her fist and he got a bloody nose, so he doesn't feel much like celebrating. But celebrate we shall. Because today I am 365 days older, 365 days wiser, and 365 days more in love my son.
Happy Birthday baby.