Twelve

Oh! My heart!

My itty bitty baby Johnny is one year old. Twelve months on the twelfth!
Last year at this time he looked like this:

I mean, that newborn size outfit was too big. His whole little person was the same size as two of my hands.

And over these past little twelve months, he morphed into this squirrelly, active little person:

My son. There is a very special place in my heart for my boy. My cuddly little funny little silly little chill little boy.

My Mama's boy.

My redhead? 

The boy who made my sweet Lucy a sister. Who made us really feel like a family. Who has been making us laugh since the moment he could crack a smile.

Many happy returns of the day, my sweet Little.

Mother of the Year

Did I ever tell you about that time that we were having sushi for lunch (which Lucy LOVES) and she showed me a glob of something on her finger saying, "What's this, Mom?" and I mistakenly said "That's avocado! Yummm!" and she ate it?  Poor trusting soul.

It was not avocado.

It was wasabi.

Sadness.