This Boy at One.

This boy came into the world a year ago March 2nd.  Early.  We were not quite prepared.  There were two sick siblings at home.  There were no plans for Momma to be in the hospital.  There were not even any plans for Momma to be driven to the hospital. 

He was not quite prepared either.  Well, at least his lungs were not.  They were hard and had fluid and this meant, that Momma and Daddy could not hold him.  Have you ever been able to NOT hold your minutes old baby?  Well, it sucks.  It really really sucks.  He was wires and tubes and oxygen and monitors. 

He was beautiful.  He was oh so much loved.  He did lose the tubes and the monitors and the tape scars.  His family prayed.  HIs family gave thanks for all the wonderful and loving people in our life.  Now his life. 

This boy?  So loved.

At one...

He weighs 27.9 lbs.  He is a beast just like his brother and sister.  We are creating our own family of line backers apparently. 

He has been walking for two months.  He is a sumo style walker, wide stance, arms out, teeth bared. 

He is the happiest baby I have had.  Smiles, laughs, claps.  So happy, especially if Luke and Dottie are around. 

He loves to dance.  He has a ghetto booty shake that could put Shakira to shame. 

He is a momma's boy.  Despite his fierce independence, he does hang pretty close to my leg if he is unsure of himself or the world. 

He is a horrible sleeper.  Many months of ear infections will do that to you.  His favorite spot?  Perpendicular to Momma and Daddy in their bed.  Urgh. 

He has an insane amount of teeth.  10. 

He loves food - especially fruit and mashed potatoes and meatballs. 

He is so loved.  By all of us.