I think so!
Although, he is standing by himself; he's just not walking yet! But I think we're on the cusp of those first few steps. Actually, just today (9/23/13) He took one whole step in my direction before he crash landed into my arms (this is by far his favorite activity right now).
At the age of one and a couple days, my little guy had a little vocabulary boom. A mini boom, but still a boom considering he pretty much only said "dada" for many months. He, in one day, said "mama," bye-bye," "Uh-oh," and "ba-ba" in addition to his former favorite word. I think "uh-oh" is becoming his new favorite word because that's the one he says most often. And sometimes he stops at "uh," but then he'll put his hands up on his head. And then he claps. My little Pavlov's Dog has learned that when he does something neat he receives praise--and he likes to participate, too!
He has slowed his growth down some, but I know that is expected since he's on the move. He is still doing his ape man crawl. He's very active--always on the go. I will never cease to be amazed that he just does not like toys. He plays in all the rooms except the playrooms. He plays with everything except toys. What? Who does this?
On his birthday we just had a little celebration at home with family, presents, and a smash cake. We were so busy with dance, homework, and baths. That's life. But he's not really aware anyway. He did have fun though. I think the pictures prove it!
I am forever grateful that life didn't go the way I planned. I always have been--well, for the last eight years I have. Nearly two years ago I was slowly weaning my now 2 1/2 year old. I was watching what I ate, starting to increase my exercise, and watching as the scale moved down. The next thing I know I'm trying to figure out a creative way to tell Matt that we will be welcoming our sixth child. You can read all about that creative way here.
He is my baby--my last little one. He's the only boy. He scared me sh*tless twice while I was still pregnant (once when he hadn't moved in an entire afternoon/evening a day after my external cephalic version and on his delivery day). Let's just say he will always hold a very special place in my heart. Each of my children have their own little place in my heart. There are special stories I have about each baby that I hold near and dear to my heart, but none of them have ever made me think I'd lost them--twice. I am so incredibly thankful that he turned out perfect---a little ornery and spoiled--but still perfect.
I remember after we found out you were a boy the two feelings I immediately had; shock and excitement. I was so shocked that we were having a boy that I actually cried. I cried and laughed because the emotions were so strong I couldn't do anything else.
I started dreaming about you and what you'd look like, what you'd like to do or play with, what sports, if any, you would like to play, what your sisters would think of you, what you'd think of your sisters, and really, I thought "what if I don't know enough to raise a little boy." The whole idea was kind of intimidating, but only because I wanted to do right by you. Then I realized that was a bunch of hogwash and I'd figure it out just as I figured out how to take care of your sisters. And by the time you got here, everything was so traumatic that I forgot all about that stuff and just snuggled and kissed you.
Your first year brought so much fun. I've truly enjoyed shopping the "boys" clothing section. HAHA! I have loved watching you change from a sleepy newborn, to a smiley baby, to a (almost) walking and (kind of) talking little boy. You never let me forget that you are for sure our last baby. People seem to think that by the sixth, I've got things all figured out. But you have shown me that this is not the case. You keep me on my toes, buddy. Everything from your delivery, to your allergies, to the way you cling on to my leg--you just have to make sure we know that you're still here and we're still tuned in.
Don't worry; I could never in a million years forget your sweet face. I love you sweet boy! Happy first birthday!
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