(Disclaimer:  I have been trying to get this post up since Tuesday.  My computer isn’t working correctly, my camera isn’t working correctly, and the weather hasn’t been conducive to the one-year pictures I have been dying to take.  The post is going up, finished or not.  When you read this, please pretend it is Wednesday, January 13.)

Today is my baby boy’s first birthday. One year ago today, at 9:41 am, he came painfully but quickly into this world and our lives were forever changed.  Right now, he weighs 18 pounds, 3 ounces and was a whopping 27 and a half inches long.  This puts him in the 5th percentile for weight and 10th percentile for height.

He is crawling like a champ and stands on his own, but has yet to take a step.  If you try to make him walk, he picks both feet up and holds them straight out into the air.

He is jabbering away, but the only real word he has said (and meant to say) is “bite bite.”  Just like his daddy, food is his favorite thing.  He has said both “Mama” and “Dada” a few times, but I don’t think he really meant to say either.

He loves to get in his walker and race around the house.  It is his absolute favorite thing if someone will chase him (and someone always will).  He will laugh out loud as he speeds across the floor.

He has the coolest dance moves, grins with mouth wide open, and loves to shake his head no.

We celebrated his day with family.  It was super low-key, because that’s how you do it when it’s a third baby :).  He loved everyone singing Happy Birthday to him–he laughed and smiled and danced.

He wasn’t so sure about the cake, though.  It got on his hands and his elbows and he wouldn’t even taste it.  Which is surprising, given his love to eat, well, anything.  (The boy eats ladybugs for goodness sake!)

He gave up on the cake experience pretty quickly.  On the bright side, there wasn’t a whole lot of clean-up to be done.  Just a few quick swipes with a baby wipe and it was on to the presents.

How handsome is he?  I know I am partial, but good grief! This baby has all of our hearts in the palm of his hand!

One of my favorite things during this year has been watching my girls love him.  Y’all, it’s the grandest thing.  Kyndall cries (literally, cries!) if he does a ‘first something’ and she isn’t there.  Don’t feed him a new thing, teach him a new trick, or do something fun if she isn’t present.  She is worse than I am about those types of things.  Libby doesn’t get quite as upset, but it does really bother her, too.

They think he needs to be picked up the very second he makes a noise.  If he points at a toy, it is instantly delivered into his hands.  He never cries or fusses, because he doesn’t have the chance to.  With three mama’s, he gets what he wants, when he wants it.

At his one year check-up, both girls begged to leave the room so they wouldn’t have to witness him getting shots.  They didn’t want to see him be upset or hurt.  I was the mean mama and made them stay and they both closed their eyes and covered their ears!

Happy birthday, baby boy.  We love you BIG!

PS:  Read Jase’s birth story, part 1 and part 2.