What one year will get ya

Well, there's the obvious - I am one year older. Lane is two weeks away from enjoying one world outside the womb.

Oh, and one other obvious change - that 20 something pounds I lugged around on the inside, I now chase after it all day long.

This little boy of ours is quite the boy - sticking out his tongue, trying out daredevil flips and jumps, telling me no, and climbing anything and everything. He is just like his papa - and not just in the good looks department. Those two constantly keep me on my toes with their jokes and wild ways.

Oh, I just wouldn't have it any other way.


He is quite the little copycat these days. If papa shoos away the dogs, you will hear Lane right behind him tell Mae Mae to "get back." If he hears a cough or a sneeze, well, he has to cough or sneeze. If the cat meows on his toy, he meows right back.

Now, if you had to ask where he got this little trait from - his love for talking on the phone - I would have to say that comes from me. Genes - not because I talk on the phone a lot.

And here it is - our one year later photo.
There's a bowl of cheese ducks in Lane's lap. He wouldn't stop crying until we let him have his snack back. The shorthair wouldn't face the camera because she wanted some cheese ducks. And, Mar, she wouldn't hang out because Lane was next to her.
Last year's photo was much easier to capture.
This year's photo was much more fun to take.

Thank you to everyone for the sweet birthday wishes.
My first birthday as a mama.
And, it was the perfect day: lunch with papa and the babe, play time with the Mush girls, a (much needed) birthday nap, a simple dinner and an evening Pilates class.

And of course, birthday e-mails, phone calls, messages and texts from all of you.

Like I said, I am quite lucky.
Very lucky.