My boy is ONE! And just for fun, this past year I decided to document not only a photo of my growing baby each month, but also one honest thought that accurately summarized my feelings as a mother.
From Belly to First Birthday (and beyond!):
40 weeks pregnant: Life would be so much easier if only this baby would come out.Month 1: I am NOT having any more kids.
Month 2: What month is it again? How long until babies start sleeping through the night? THIS IS HARD.
Month 3: My baby laughed. I cried. I can do this.
Month 4: So much spit-up. So much drool. Are babies this soggy forever?
Month 5: Man, I can’t wait until my baby can crawl, and sit up, and eat real food. This first year takes forever!
Month 6: Ok, this is, hands down, my favorite age! My baby is growing too fast!
Month 7: OK, seriously? This spit-up thing does end, right?
Month 8: Diaper changes? Oh, you mean wrestling matches.
Month 9: Just kidding. THIS is my favorite age! Also, you’re never allowed to date.
Month 10: Thanks, kid. I didn’t want those shirts folded anyway. And who doesn’t love their underwear strewn about the house?
Month 11: No, THIS is my favorite age.
Month 12: A year? Are you KIDDING me?! That year FLEW by. Time is the worst. You will ALWAYS be my baby, you hear me?
Month 13: Ok, ok, for real though, THIS is the best age! WHY are you so funny?
Month 18-23: Where the heck did the past 6 months go?!
Month 24: The two’s are terrible. I want a newborn.
*I took the liberty of using my thoughts from my firstborn, who is now almost 3, to represent the 13-24 month timeframe ;) *