Closing in on 1

We're nearly there. Almost made it. Phew!

In just a few weeks little boy will be 1. I can't believe how this year has flown by. It's unimaginable how fast time travels. As much as I try to savor every milestone I can't seem to beat the clock. It is forever ticking away life's memories.

I think we can officially say that we are the parents of a toddler (right?) and are trying to adapt to all that toddlerhood brings with it. In our case these things are: consistantly chasing after the short human who loves to play in the toilet, cat and dog water bowl, yell in our faces and then run giggling away just because he can, throw fits of disdain when he's unsatisfied with our dinner menu, say yum-yum when dinner involves some sort of curry dish (weird, right?), and shower us with spontaneous hugs and kisses that neither of us can get enough of.

It's been the best year of our lives. Full of surprise and lessons in patience. I'm certain we do things that "experts" would turn their noses up at. But frankly, if we're able to create a human who loves his family and friends, who tries to do the "right" thing, and is kind, then I'm pretty sure we've done our job. Gosh I love this boy.

Constant Motion

We've gone mobile...constantly. This boy is tiring me out and he's not even a year old. He's growing too fast, learning too much, spinning out of control. From one minute to the next I feel like I'm reintroducing myself to this little person because each day he is new and different and he's doing something I've never seen him do before. It's wildy wonderful but at the same time reminds me how darn fast time passes us by.

I want to soak every second up.
I want the naps we take next to each other to last longer.
I want each day of his life to be as wonderful as these past 270 ish days have been.
I want to always feel his little head on my shoulder when he's sleepy.
I want to see him and his dad playing on the floor even when he's 18.

I want time to slow down...just a little.