My little angel baby is ONE!
This past year has crawled and flown by all at the same time.
You have blossomed into the most perfect, happy little one year old any Momma could ask for.
Your brain has been working on overdrive this month. You are waving, clapping, and pointing up a storm! You can also show me where your belly button is and you LOVE to play "how big is Elliott?!"
Everyone keeps asking if you're walking yet. You're not and I'm perfectly ok with that. Feel free to hold off until we get settled into the new house. You do, however, still love your push walker. If you can't find it, it's ok though, you push the coffee table, highchair, dining room furniture--whatever you can find--around instead. You just recently started to take a few steps holding our hands, but you only like to hold one hand at a time to walk side-by-side.
You still eat like a bird. You must have inherited that from Aunt Alicia, because you definitely didn't get that from us. Recently, you started throwing all of your food on the floor. The other day, you successfully threw a half of a banana directly into Yoda's mouth. Needless to say, the doggies have been very happy lately. A little fatter, but definitely happier.
We switched you to whole milk and you don't seem to mind. I think you are used to drinking different things since we've had to switch your formula 1,345 times since you've been born.
Baby Angel, since you've been born, you've changed our lives for the better. We laugh now, thinking, "what did we used to do all the time?!" You're on my mind 24/7, but I wouldn't have it any other way. You're absolutely perfect. Thanks for being you, Mister Man.
