In only a month, my little baby will be one year old. It just doesn't seem possible. It makes me sad and happy and nostalgic and nervous and many other emotions all at once. He has been growing up so much lately- he learned to give high fives the other day, and his adorable personality is showing more all the time. We have so much fun with him.
That is, when he isn't miserable from teething... yes we have had several restless long nights and fussy days lately, poor little dude.
But most of the time, he is happy as a clam
and far cuter.
"Hmm my mouth feels kinda strange..."
"...and my gums are a little sensitive...."
"Ow mommy it huuuuuurts!"