Denial

My little peanut turned one today.  Exactly one year ago today, he surprised us all by arriving 3 weeks early.  He picked a pretty terrible birthday.  He didn't have any Christmas presents because none of us expected him until after the new year.  He also had a pretty rough entrance into this world.

He's come a long way.

I absolutely refuse to accept the fact that he is technically no longer a baby.  Sure, all the proof is there.  He's trying to walk, trying to talk, learning to say no and eating real food now, but I just can't accept it!  I will have no part in helping him to grow up any faster.  I want to cuddle him and coddle him.  I want to keep him a baby.  I have to remind myself that every day brings new and exciting things.  Sure, it's fun to have a sweet smelling newborn to nurse, but it's also awesome to see that newborn learn and grow in so many ways.  Being a mom sure is bittersweet sometimes.

I'm very worried about making his birthday special.  It's hard to plan a big party because everyone is caught up in preparing for Christmas and traveling.  Not only is the poor little guy stuck with tons of hand-me-down toys and clothes, but his birthday is right before the biggest holiday of the year.  

I'm determined to make his birthdays special.  We had a small family party tonight.  I made his large cake and smash cake just like I made Jackson's.  I also made him his own birthday banner and a cute shirt for the occasion.  He racked up pretty well with the presents, too.

Happy birthday sweet boy!  You'll always be my baby.