Today, it happened. The nice cashier at Sam's was smiling and saying hello to Breck, then she looked at me and asked How old is he? I hesitated slightly due to the argument going on in my head He's too close to a year to say he's so-many-months old, but yet he technically isn't a year old yet, so I could just say eleven months. Not sure why, but He's almost a year was the answer that came flying out of my mouth. I never understood why moms referred to their year-and-a-half old babies as eighteen months. But now I get it. And I will be one of those moms. (For anyone who's seen the movie, Grown Ups, I might have to draw the line at he's forty-eight months old, but you may catch me saying thirty-six months old. Click here to watch the 48 month clip.)
One year. That just sounds so wrong, but yet so worthy of an excuse to celebrate at the same time.
There's lots of party planning going on in here. And I'm soaking up every minute of crafting and organizing baby boy's one year celebration. I finally got my inspiration for the par-taay and we're up and running with it! I can feel the crafting inspiration beginning to snowball, but I'm going to try to limit myself. We're gonna celebrate life. One whole year of it, twelve months of it, all three-hundred-sixty-five days of it.
This is my new favorite lovely of the day... Look what a canvas + a $3.00 11x14 print can get you. Yum. That precious face catches my eye every time I come up the stairs, and it certainly caught Breck's eye as soon as he woke up from his nap. As soon as he went from his crib to my hip, and looked over my shoulder, he was grunting and pointing to the new addition. I said Is that Breck? He began smiling, and flapping his little arms as fast as he could, and began grunting again. I couldn't believe how fast he noticed it. He seriously is the most observant child I have ever seen. And no, I'm not biased, because it's true. I frequently joke that he is a five year old child that can read, comprehend, talk, and communicate, but is just unfortunately trapped in a little eleven month old's body.
After he calmed down over his portrait, we spent a little time playing together in his room. While we were playing, I noticed he was surrounded by his new toys from Christmas, but what is he obsessed with playing with? His hair brush, and my phone... go figure! :)
This afternoon, the snow was just too irresistible, the kind of flakes that are massive, fall so lightly, almost in slow motion and make you feel for a split second that you are living in a snow-globe.
So we bundled up in a snowsuit that was sized to fit a baby half Breck's age, but it did the trick long enough for Mama to snap a few. Breck apparently needed his sunglasses... he's always had a hard time with how bright it is outside. Immediately scrunched up his face and closed his eyes.
My lil snow angel...
I think this was the beginnings of a fuss,
but I'd like to think he was trying to eat the falling snow instead...
Poor thing couldn't move.
