After just one year, I'm still relatively new to this
parenting thing so I'm usually on the receiving end of advice. Today as we
celebrate my son's first birthday, I can't help but reflect back on what we
were doing a year ago, watching him open his eyes for the first time,
introducing him to the world. We survived the delicacy and sleep deprivation of
his newborn months, watched in awe as he learned to roll and crawl,
meticulously made his first pureed and solid foods, and before we knew it, he
was bulldozing around the house on two feet rearranging the furniture and trying
to get cans off kitchen shelves.
He's a walking, clapping, smiling, laughing, dancing,
incredibly loving, adorable toddler.
My advice is short, but important. It's something I heard so
many times from so many parents but never truly felt its magnitude until today:
Don't Blink.
Not just because the blink of an eye is all Baby B needs to
stick a piece of dog food in his mouth off the floor, or trip and fall into a
bed frame, or spill a full glass of water all over himself and a pile of books.
A year ago he was a tiny, 7-pound squirmy little thing in my
arms, who could barely even see. Now, he's looking and acting more like a
little boy every day. Happy birthday, to my baby boy.
At ONE YEAR, baby B likes walking, playing at the
playground, eating bananas and waffles and rice, balloons, music, dancing,
opening and closing doors and boxes, building block towers and knocking them
down, and throwing his ball.
He dislikes naps, staying still, and being told no.
