I know I do way too many posts about my baby, but let's be serious. Noah is my whole life right now. The parts without Noah are just random increments of time spread out all over the place and consist of an hour or two to myself during his naps, and occasional date nights with Nate where we try and keep from talking about Noah the whole time. When did a baby become my whole life? No matter how many times I heard how "special this time is", and to "savor every minute of him being a baby", I still don't feel like I savored enough. I've been feeling really sentimental the last week thinking about my little baby turning ONE year old in two weeks.
How did he get so big?
My favorite thing lately is when he grabs my face with both of his chubby little hands, opens his mouth and smashes his slobbery face on my cheek to give me a kiss in response to me telling him I love him. When did this happen? I swear it was yesterday that he couldn't even lift his head, and now he is purposely giving me kisses in response to "I love you"?
I feel like I've consciously made an effort to soak up this last year, and yet I'm still finding myself feeling like this year went too fast.
These last ones are from last weekend. We drove down to San Juan, walked around the Downtown District, and ate at Ruby's. Perfect Saturday.
You think someone needs a haircut? It's happening this weekend.