So yeah, my itty bitty baby, who was never actually itty or bitty, has turned 1! Where does the time go?? It seems like yesterday I was a terrified new mom on her first day home from the hospital with NO CLUE what I was doing. And now he’s 1, so basically next week he will start shaving and the week after that he’s getting married.
Big Dinosaur keeps asking me when he’s going to start talking, like in full sentences and quoting movies or something. Big Dinosaur is rushing the growing up process, and I don't like it. Baby Dinosaur is good at a few words though, Ba-Ba (bottle), Ya-Ya (Bianca), and Daddy. Yeah, not Da-Da, well sometimes just Da-Da, but usually it’s Daddy.
|Daddy's Boy, all the way|
Last night he spent an hour “cruising” around the coffee table (cruising is what babies do when they are using the furniture for support while walking), leading me to believe that any day now he won’t need the table any more, and he will simply walk around the room. We already keep the door to the bathroom closed because of his fascination with touching the toilet water. And don’t get me started with the dog food bowl battles. Mobility is a bitch.
|"Ohh, don't mind me, just standing here, reading this Birthday Card."|
Around the time he started crawling, I saw on Pinterest that you should keep a cabinet in the kitchen unlocked and filled with baby-safe Tupperware that he can pull out and play with to keep him occupied while your cooking. I thought it was a kick-ass idea, so I set one up. There’s a problem though...we now constantly have Tupperware all over our kitchen and living room and sometimes in our bed, and there’s not a single one that isn’t covered with a layer of dog hair or dust or whatever the hell that is, so that I could, ya know, actually put food in it. Have y'all noticed that Pinterest lies a lot? Pinterest is a bitch.
|Looks cute even in a hospital gown.|