In just one short, quick year he has gone from this:
To this:
And he's ALL boy. These photos tell me so.
Look out! Here comes trouble. Naked trouble.
Familiarizing himself with his (inevitable) future best bud, the remote control.
Open. Close. Open. Close. Open. Close. (Will he ever get bored of this?)
Would a boy really be a boy if he didn't have a banged up chin? (This cut has taken weeks to heal because he keeps face-planting again and again and again.)
Would a boy really be a boy if he didn't have a banged up chin? (This cut has taken weeks to heal because he keeps face-planting again and again and again.)
Oooh! A stick!
Hmm...I wonder what it tastes like...
Crawling with a stick. Now THERE'S a bright idea!
How about this one? How does IT taste?
And what about this glob of dirt?
Don't let the disgusted look on his face fool you. He would have eaten this dirt if I had let him. (He likes chewing on sand, too.)
Here's to hoping he likes his birthday cake just as much. (We'll find out tomorrow.)
Happy birthday to our sweet, sweet boy.
Our lives are better because you're a part of our family.
Love, Your Mama, Papa & Bella. xoxo
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