Yesterday was a big day for this little fellow. He officially turned one year old.
Can you believe it's been a whole year since he was born? I can't either.
I mean, how is it even possible that this tiny boy...
...is now this giant one?
Crazy.
He is now a semi-walker, which means he crawls most of the time, but walks between things and people. If it is under 6 steps, he'll walk it. He looks so big wandering around the family room.
This child was blessed with a strong will. I don't know where he gets it.
He didn't want to sit here.
Every morning we watch Sesame Street together while sharing a bowl of Wheaties, and he eats tiny bites of my sandwiches and tries desperately to drink my Dr. Pepper at lunch. (Don't worry mom, I don't let him.) Any time I'm eating, he climbs onto my lap and helps himself.
He squeals each day when he sees his brothers after school, and is terrified of our Elf on the Shelf. He gives big sloppy kisses and sweet hugs, loves the pots and pan cupboard, and has on more than one occasion gotten stuck head first in his toy bucket with his chubby little legs up in the air.
He is such a joy in our home. A little ray of sunshine. Stubborn, noisy little sunshine, but sunshine none the less.
Oh, how we love you, Nicholas James.
Even more than last month.
