Theodore Turns One

Hey! I could've thrown one down for every month so .... count your blessings. And I picked the least bruisy photo for the tippy top ... I forgot how terrible he looked. Ouch.

Theo turns one today and oh I know it's cliché to say that it's cliché to say, "I can't believe it" but ... I can't. Julia and Sebastian's first years didn't seem to go sprinting by like Theo's did. Maybe it's because we really genuinely thought Julia was "such a good baby" and looking back on all the walks we took with an empty stroller and a stroller-hating Julia in Simon's arms or all the times I never ever ever ever left the house because oh! yes, of course she hated her car seat too ... I'm realizing she wasn't quite the little angel we had her pegged to be. Sebastian was an even happier baby but the adjustment from one to two kids was rough and rocky for me SO Theo wins best first year award. Applause, applause, applause in his direction.

He's a pretty happy kid, especially now that's he's mobile and has figured out exactly what to do to get a rise out of Julia which is to find one of her 89 purses stuffed with thee most random artifacts of crap and start emptying the Poppins one by one by one ... he's super happy. I really love how he lights up like a megawatt every time Simon comes home from work or whenever we go see Simon at the hospital. He knows the fun parent when he sees him.

I'm forever finaggling his nap schedule so that he still takes two naps a day BUT that his second nap always (always) coordinates with the older kids' naps and he's a great sport about the big monsters going to wake him up from his morning nap before he spoils his afternoon nap (I know! Never wake a sleeping baby and all of that but .... I hafta) stop it, Grace. Why am I typing about nap schedules? Stopping.

We had the pleasure of going over to a fellow resident's house on Christmas and they have the cutest little two month old lady baby and the second I picked her up Theo's formerly distracted antennae perked right up and he flew-crawled right on over to the mothership and let me know that no, that was not allowed. Rude awakenings to come, little dude. Real rude. 

ANYWAY.

We love you Theo!

And we know you love us too.


PS - Theo's birth novella ... if you dare.