As with every year I can recently remember, this one has both passed astonishingly fast and contained more than I would have said was possible. I cannot believe that Bayboh is about to be a toddler and I cannot believe that our family ever existed without him.
It's easy to enjoy the third baby. I've enjoyed them all, of course, but the last one... We know we won't be back here again and I guess that makes it easier to get through the random night wake ups, the teething, the biting, and all the rest (the week before last was a WEEK, let me tell you; it started with Mr. P getting stuck with most of his person hanging out his bedroom window (after bedtime), while I was home alone with all of them, and ended with me spending some relaxing time in the ER due to having swallowed a cherry pit but somehow not completely swallowed it... Honestly, I don't know exactly what happened, but I guess all that really matters is that I'm fine, if a little abnormally aware of swallowing for the time being... I'm not sure any of that had much to do with Bayboh, except for the part where I set him on a chair and just hoped he wouldn't fall off or manage to reach any Legos while I rescued Mr. P from the window).
Yep, it's been a year. A very good, very full year. Not a very well-documented one, I'll admit, but there's been a lot of furious churning beneath the surface keeping everything afloat. (I'm thinking I might never have gotten around to mentioning here that we had to find a new nanny rather suddenly several months ago? And other things I don't even remember.)
A year, Bayboh, your first one! We're happy to have you along for the ride, even if you refuse to cooperate with birthday photos. :)