Jonathan and I were just getting to know Lincoln. He was a tiny, purple bundle of joy. I've decided over the course of this year that a lot of the stereotypical things people say about babies and children are really true. He really is a bundle of joy and time really does fly by.
As a matter of fact, he's changed so much over the last year I think a little recap of his life is in order.
When he was one month old, I remember celebrating when he slept in his crib for twelve minutes. Twelve! If he took a twelve minute nap today there is no way I would be celebrating.
And he used to fit right in the crook of my lap. There are tons of pictures like this. Lincoln making cute faces sitting on my lap, Lincoln blowing bubbles on Jonathan's lap, Lincoln just sitting on someone's lap. Those days are long gone.
When Lincoln was three months old he rolled over three times in one day. I thought to myself, "He's rolled over three times today, there's no way this is a fluke!" Then he totally abandoned the endeavor for over a month and, as a result, spent a lot of time on his belly. Now it's a special treat if he stays still for just a few minutes.
His favorite pose during his rolling boycott was the airplane.
When it was warm out, we'd sometimes head outside for "photo shoots." How can I resist taking pictures of this handsome baby? He's all mine, so I don't have to is the answer.
I think I really feel in love with nursing when we started feeding Lincoln solid foods. Nursing is so convenient! I didn't have to remember to bring food, or a bib, or anything when we went out. It seems like another world now.
Around Lincoln's 6th month he really began to drool. I mean really drool. Look at this shirt!
At Halloween, Lincoln good-naturedly agreed to dress up as "Lincoln-stein" even though I didn't let him have any candy. Although he thought it was hilarious at the time, I'm not totally convinced I could get him to wear that hood again, recently he has not liked having things on his head....
We've been house bound today because of a ridiculous snow storm here. Now this little flurry looks like small potatoes. (There was no snow when he was born last year.)
In the past several weeks, Lincoln has become quite the menace. So much so, that "Lincoln the Menace" gets two pictures.
And today he is one year old. I've been waiting for this day with mixed emotions. He really is growing up fast. He has changed so much. But those changes have been wonderful. He is so much fun, now. He laughs at everything (I never knew I was so funny!), he plays with abandon, and he is just always so happy. I feel sort of sad that he's not really a baby anymore, but I know that the coming years with him will be even more fun. So today I'm celebrating that one year ago today I was holding him in my arms and that the three of us have just begun our wonderful adventure.
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