Blake is One!

Blake just turned one.  My baby is one.  I think back over the last year and I truly don’t know where time went.  At this time last year the struggle to (unsuccessfully) get my maternity clothes to cover my belly had just ended.  I was no longer second guessing our decision not to take any classes because, honestly, we knew we’d be fine.  The number one thing that people seem to forget about raising a child is that no matter what, you will know that baby better than anyone else.   While advice can be helpful, just because something worked with your baby doesn’t make it right for mine.  Just because you believe in doing something a certain way doesn’t mean that I do.  And that doesn’t make me better than you, nor does it make you better than me.  We are making the best possible choices for our children.  You know what does make you a bad person though?  Judging the decisions I make.  Verbally judging the decisions I make.

Anyway…

Now we have this little man with a huge personality.  Blake is funny.  He just has his own little sense of humor.  How do we know that?  Because we do stupid things all the time but he doesn’t laugh at everything.  I don’t know how he knows certain things are funny, but he does.  We sneak up behind him and scream.  He jumps, then turns around and laughs because he knows we are just being silly.  Sometimes he is sitting in the backseat of the car and we just hear him laugh.  He is SO HAPPY all the time. He doesn't really sit still long enough to take photos anymore, so he's just a perpetual blur.

Blake hates to nap.  From the time he was born he’s hated to nap.  Friends told us that our baby would never be awake when we first came home from the hospital.  Blake was never asleep.  He is so alert and so aware that he is missing something while he is sleeping.  I don’t blame him.  There are so many worse things my child could be than a “bad napper.”

Just a couple weeks ago I started getting super weepy thinking about Blake turning one.  I got these huge flashbacks to the days following Blake’s birth when I cried just about 24/7.  I couldn’t stop.  I started to get worried about how much I was crying.  Nothing even had to happen.  One minute I’d be sitting there hanging out, and the next I would be crying.  Then one day it just ended.   I enjoy every second with Blake, but so far, this little one year old phase is the BEST!  He is just so much fun right now that I never want it to end.