The big 0-1

My little baby turned 1 on Friday. It is hard to believe that a whole year has gone by. What happened to little boy who I could lay on my bed while I folded laundry and not have to worry about him rolling off. Now when I sit him on my bed, he thinks it is a game. He will crawl from one corner to another and laugh when I chase him to make sure that he doesn't crawly right off the bed. What happened to the boy who could sit in his bouncer for a long stretch of time (20-30 minutes) so that I could hang clothes on the line outside. Now he can't sit still for longer than 20-30 seconds.

It has been an amazing year of discovery, sadness and relief. I love how he exhibits his personality even though it also gets on my nerves at other times. Sometimes I look at Justin and realize that I will not have any more babies, that makes me sad. When someone announces their pregnancy, I have a second of jealousy knowing that I will not be pregnant again. Then the relief comes in two seconds after the sadness because I realize that I do not have to do the middle of the night feedings, mess with the bottles and haul a diaper bag the size of a suitcase in case I need something. I can typically go to Wal-Mart now without a diaper bag; good for me!