My baby boy is TEN months old today. How is it that one year ago right now I was hugely (and I mean HUGELY) pregnant? I had no idea how this little boy would change my life. And now he's almost ONE. Make it slow down!!!
Mac is now cruising all over, standing alone, and has taken one or two steps at a time, but usually just sits right down and crawls instead. He has two teeth (in the front on top) but that's it so far. He dances when I sing or tell him to dance, and gives high fives. He thinks just about anything is hilarious and is a total momma's boy. The bond between Mac and Brynlee is now becoming more pronounced and I LOVE when they laugh at each other in the backseat of the car. He loves to seek out a laundry basket full of freshly folded clothes and pull every last item out. I left him overnight at my inlaws' for the first time the night of Meghan's wedding (they took Brynlee and Mac home with them so we could party hearty... I have Ryan's dance moves on video!). I felt so bad being away from him, especially since he had a fever from teething. He's getting tall and skinny and still won't hold still for a diaper change. He loves his daddy so much and reaches out to someone when he wants them to pick him up. He's starting to like to read, and will sit still for just a bit longer to be read to. He also loves to stick his finger directly up my nose, pry my mouth open and drag his nails across my gums, and attempt to rip my earrings out of my ears while I feed him. All boy, I tell you.
I am daily still in awe of the blessing this little boy is to me. He's everything I didn't know I needed. When I hold him at bedtime and pray for him I am just overwhelmed with gratitude. God knew how badly I needed him, even when I shamefully cried at my 20 week ultrasound, disappointed that I wasn't having another girl. I've never been so glad to be disappointed.