One Year. A Whole Year. We have been parents a year. I have not slept in a year. Though I did get some sleep over the summer, before he came home.
First birthdays are bizarre. He does not know what is going on, he can't sit down to a cake like most first years do. It's for the parents and posterity that first birthdays are celebrated. Really, it should be all about the mother. After all, those memories, whatever the situation, are probably still pretty fresh.
So we opted out of a big party and just had an evening at home. I bought him some new wooden blocks, made him a construction paper crown, and baked him a cake, all of which he enjoyed.
Let's reminisce, shall we?
May 29, 2008. 2 pounds, 1 ounce.
May 29, 2009. 16 pounds, 12 ounces.
He's the same baby, even as a fetus; he's just much busier now.