My baby boy turned one today. Unbelievable. We’ve all survived and even thrived, which I wasn’t sure was possible on this date in 2008. Sure, in the last month his life has included a call to poison control for eating a dishwasher soap packet, and a headlong dive down an entire flight of stairs but he’s still here, being adorable and sweet (and bruised.) We have a party planned for Saturday.

He still idolizes the twins and I am pretty sure he thinks he turned 3 today instead one 1. He learns so much from them, which is cute at times but more often difficult. Let’s just say I am not the one who screeches at him, pushes him, and hits him in the head over and over, which is how he likes to greet them. But he also likes to give Alex a kiss goodnight at naptime, and it cracks me up every single day when he climbs into Alex’s bed while smacking his lips as I pull down their shade.

He gave me a few night’s relief recently when he slept 11 hours or so, was up at 6 to eat and then slept til 7:30. But it was shortlived. He’s back to waking at 12:30 or so, when Don goes in and settles him, and then I’ve been having to feed him around 3, and he’s up for the day by 7. Soooooo exhausting. I think he’s getting a tooth though, so I am trying to be patient.

Happy Birthday, Adam! You’re an amazing little guy and we love you so very much!