First anniversary of being a mommy.
I keep having to focus on all the fun we're having to not cry my eyes out.
My baby is one.
He's near 23lbs.
He has 8 teeth.
He has a scrape on his face.
He can walk, almost run.
He says truck, duck, hat, ooo ooo ooo (monkey), daaa-ee (doggy), traa-too (tractor), daaa (car) deeee-ta (Dieter, our cat), HI! and a few others that we haven't figured out.
He points at your nose, he knows "how big is Maks?" when he's happy and he knows it he claps his hands, he knows "this is the way we stomp our feet" with the cutest little leg kicks.
He shakes his little hips and bounces up and down when there's music on.
He can sign "milk" (it means milk and 'I want') and knows how to ask to come up for a hug.
He's a sweet little boy.
We're going to the Brandywine Zoo to celebrate.
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