How in the hell did that happen?
I am counting down to Scott's first birthday with a mixture of unbridled excitement and, yes...if I am honest, just a little bit of dread.
How is my baby so big already? He's talking nonstop (not that we can always understand him); he's learning to point and follows our lead when we point at something; he's trying to pull himself up without holding on to something and he loves making a mess at mealtime.
(Although, I could live without his new habit of constantly changing what he likes to eat. He'll enjoy it one week and then, a week later, reject what we thought was his a favorite food. (The one exception: soup. He will always eat that!!!)
Scott's oddly strong, he's growing like a weed, he is apparently loving being with the big kids in the toddler room at the daycare...and I think he looks like a little man.
I have an old friend in Fort Worth who once told me, "you will never know your capacity to love until you have a child."
On a purely logical level, what he said made sense, but I didn't really understand how true that statement was until I was blessed enough to have Scott enter my life.
He makes a bad day better, and puts a smile on my face whenever I see him, and I burst with pride over all of his accomplishments - great and small.
Happy 11 month birthday Tank!! Mommy and Daddy love you!!
This month's winning photo:
And a couple of my favorite outtakes:
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| Hello Dear Mr. Bear, I will lure you into my good graces with my soft touch and sweet whisperings. |
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| Word. Two old pals, chillaxin and hanging out. |
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| Step back, Mr. Bear. This photo shoot is all about me!! |
