He eats and talks. Actually he eats a lot. So much so that I can't share a meal with him when we're out (like I vowed to do to save money).
And I'm not exaggerating. It's amazing how much this kid eats.
(Turn your volume waaay down. No really, I mean it. I am super screechy annoying in this one. But you can see his two teeth peaking through & his cute lil laugh and that's the point.)
He bathes. And loves trying to crawl out of the bath tub.
And he loves to suck the life out of wet wash cloths.
He talks. Oh how sweet these moments are lately. To be honest, I've been teary almost every day this week. He turns one year old next month and everything in me wants to stop the clock. Freeze these precious moments. (I'm totally teary eyed again.) This kind of love is too much. And I don't believe people when they say things like, "It only gets better." Not possible.
Yesterday I cried at the grocery checkout with my manager friend Traci. We talked about how fast time goes. She has boys and she promised me that they still say, "I love you so much Mama" at age 21.
I'm holding her to that.