I think I am in denial that my Baby is nearly one, oh I mean twelve months.....actually he is eleven months still ( and three weeks and 2 days.....)
look at those little hands.
And those little feet.
Maybe it is because I know what I am in for with tantrums, attitude and all that fun stuff that Coop and Pep have taught me! ( woody did have his first throw himself on the floor tantrum last week, and guess what it was over???? The fact he wanted porridge like Cooper not weetbix!!!! Seriously ten minutes of tears and kicking feet)
Maybe as Woody is my last baby. I packed away all his baby stuff on the weekend, I felt sad that this was the last time even though three children is over and above what I can handle most moments! Does anyone else find that three tips the balance of life scales??? Into craziness????
I really do try and enjoy every moment with him which is hard with him being so active and hardly stopping unless he is asleep. He seems to have no purpose in his destruction of anything and everything, he just grabs and chucks and repeats until at least 30 nappies are across the room, or 12 dvds or 33 books.....
I adore this little guy so much, he gives the most adorable snuggles and open mouthed kisses and he is honestly always smiling and happy unless he has not eaten enough or slept enough.
So my baby I am going to enjoy these next four days of you being eleven months and nuzzle into your sweet little neck and celebrate the most beautiful year that we have shared.
We all love you so very much, you completed our family nearly one year ago.......