Too many thoughts buzzing around in my head. This and that, and everything in between. I haven’t been able to sort through them all and the thought of sitting down here to write at the end of the day has been too much. I told myself to not feel guilty for ignoring this space lately. So I’ve been trying to decompress in other ways. Oh…and I got American Netflix (much better content than Canadian!)…so the distractions have come easily 😉
Tomorrow, this little guy will be closer to 2 years old than he is to 1. Today he is 18 months old. No longer a baby…he runs (okay, cruises) away from me. But I always find him coming back. He needs his mama, this one. And me too. Pretty certain he will always be my baby…whether he’s on the upswing to 2 years old, or 20.
Walking with big sis
At 1 ½ years, my Declan… you are determined. You are certain. You have the best giggle and aren’t afraid to use it. You are loud. You love to let me know when you’re ‘ALL DONE!!!’ eating, placing your cup on top of your plate and holding it out for me to take to the kitchen. You are probably the tidiest 1 year old on the planet when you eat. You have 12 teeth. You have lots of scruffy blonde hair that is in need of its 4th haircut. You love to love. And we love to love you back.
Happy half-birthday baby boy.