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.