I thought about talking about this in my outfit post, but then I decided this subject deserved its own post.
This has been the most amazing year. Last year on November 29th I spent the day holding my baby, kind of unsure about what exactly I was getting myself into. Zeke was this tiny, yellow nursing machine. He was so tiny that I didn’t want to let him go. And I quickly fell in love.
Those first few hazy weeks were blissful and amazing and kind of painful. We figured out breastfeeding together. We worked out a sleeping schedule.
He started smiling. Then laughing. Then he started rolling over. Then army crawling. Then really crawling. Pulling up. Now he’s trying to walk.
He’s been such an amazing kid. Jerm and I keep saying how lucky we are, to have such a wonderful baby. I love him so much. More every day. How is that possible? It seems like such a cliche, but it’s really true.
I’m so fortunate that I’ve been able to stay home with him this year. If I look back honestly, I’ve had such a good time. I get to see all of his first moments, and I get to be the most important person in his life. He needs me. And I need to be there for him.
He’s becoming such a little person with opinions and views on things. He knows what he likes and he definitely knows what he doesn’t like. He’s so silly and he’s so fun to make laugh. We have so much fun together every day.
What a year it’s been! Now on to the next one.