So my baby turned one and a baby he is no more. If my words sound sad, I suppose it's because my heart is too. A very small part of me thought we'd someday have 3 but the bigger and possibly smarter more rational side knows this is it. And even if my heart did want another baby this 36 year old body is screaming "NO WAY!" Don't get me wrong, I have much to celebrate in that. No more bulging belly. No more nursing!! No more working my butt off to lose even more baby weight. No more cleaning bottles! No more "gear". No more waking in the night (okay, so maybe sometimes that still happens). No more picking names. No more labor/delivery etc. Oh, and no more maternity clothes!~ So YES, lots to celebrate, but OH MY GOSH, I never thought I'd be so sad to see the end of an era go by. No more holding a tiny child that is your very own. No more baby breathe. No more coos and first smiles and laughs. No more crawling and standing or walking for the very first time. Those have all been done and now and I wait to rejoice with every new thing that there is to come (except maybe the terrible twos and threes). But watching my baby grow is actually more bitter sweet than I'd imagined. If you're reading this you may wonder if I really am convinced. Well today I'm living in that 1.5% of me that still wonders and that actually only happens, well, 1.5% of the time. So don't worry, I really am convinced.
But on to happier thoughts and the true fun of one. My baby is now
toddling all over the place. He is so proud of himself and he is an absolute delight!! He LOVES to make clicking sounds as you'll hear and is now making kissing sounds too. So cute! He blows kisses, waves bye bye, says "more" (of course), "dog", "nana" (banana), "No No" when he's being naughty and knows it (and of course is naughty anyway), and is starting to call Jon "dada".
I picked up my mom from the airport on Thur (before Clayton's birthday) and told her I thought Clayton was waiting to walk for her. He'd taken his first 2 steps while I was talking to her on the phone so I figured he was waiting to show his real stuff when she got to Austin. Sure enough, only hours later he was walking all over the room as if he'd been saving up all this skill just for Gran. These are SWEET and precious times and Clayton and Kyle both fill my heart with absolute JOY!
We had about 15 people over for Clayton's party and though his body was still recovering from shots, he was pretty excited about his cake. Maybe it was a good thing that he was so mellow or we would have had a much bigger mess to clean up. No more cake for this boy. He's had enough to last him till next years party.
On another note, I've been taking a cake decorating class and had fun experimenting on a couple of cakes for him.
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