My boy will be a year old in twelve days, can you believe it?
I've gotten pretty sappy sentimental as I think about the fact that my son is growing up and becoming independent and all that jazz. Picking up his sippy cup on his own. Taking steps. Freaking out when I take away things he shouldn't play with. A real live little personality developing in there.
So, I decided I'll do a little reminiscing. In the twelve days counting down to his birthday, I'll do a photo walk down memory lane of each month of his life.
So. Here's December 2009.
You can read more about his
horrible delivery blessed arrival
here if you like
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| The first photo ever taken of my boy. Under 10 minutes old. Nice nose, eh? |
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| First hour in the hospital. | | |
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| Getting to know you, getting to know all about you... |
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In December...
We came home.
We did a lot of Christmas visitting (which was absolutely exhausting. Next time I give birth, it had better be at least a month before a major holiday. I was so tired and sore).
We participated in a Christmas Eve service in which my beautiful boy got to play the part of Jesus - and there were lots of misty eyes, I tell you (I really wish I had a digital copy of the picture!).
We went for our first family shopping trip.
We were surrounded by lots of helpful family and friends.
Sleep was as to be expected with a new baby.
Nursing sucked.
Come back tomorrow to see about January!