When we took Hayd home that first week I never thought we would be here. I think back and realize how fast this last year has gone. Up in the middle of the night with my one week old by myself and him projectile vomiting, crying for hours at 2:00 a.m.(both of us), 4 feedings a night, blowouts every time he went to the bathroom, waking up in a panic and feeling beneath his nose to make sure he was still breathing. Those are some of the things I don't miss, that felt like forever. When people ask me how old he is and I respond he is one, after my response my direct thought is "Holy Crap I have a one year old." He is no longer my sweet, quiet, solemn little man. He has more energy than I know what to do with. His little personality has begun to blossom again and he is quite the character. He loves to yell at you when you don't do what he wants or you aren't paying enough attention to him. He thinks it's hilarious when you bite him, and he will continue to shove his fingers in your mouth until you do and then he just cracks up, because it's so hilarious. He is very sweet, he loves to give "loves" and "kisses". He will run to you and wrap his arms around your neck and then give you a big kiss! If he really wants a kiss when I'm holding him he will put his hands on either side of my face and turn me toward him and kiss me. He is such a smart little stinker, he tries to repeat what you say and sometimes he actually says what you do, he can climb up and go down the stairs like a pro and thinks it's the funnest thing in the world to run as fast as he can away from me up the stairs and turn around to make sure I'm following and then bust up laughing on the stairs and kick it into high gear so I can't get to him. He won't sleep anywhere but his crib, he has started loving his binki and he can say nana, mama, papa, dada, baba, cracker, no, ouch, uh oh (which is his favorite), ruff ruff, doggie, and several others occasionally. I am so thankful for my little maniac and I love being his mommy. My heart melts every time he hugs/kisses me, says mama/dada, runs and giggles. He cracks me up constantly, with his cheesy smiles and squinty faces. I love him with all my heart and I'm so glad that I get to call myself his momma.
Happy Birthday Hayd We sure Love you!