Birthday cake! Twice!

He didn't eat any, just played with it :)

So much change in just one year

My baby is about to turn one. That little thing that I had in my tummy one year ago is amazing me. He now: Stands for 15 seconds at a time. Plays with the dogs. Feeds himself. Makes me laugh on purpose. Giggles like crazy. Says mama and means me. Crawls everywhere. Walks along anything including walls. Plays by himself. Loves baths. Crawls up the stairs. Expresses himself in 100 ways. Can melt my heart in two seconds.

Balance

Every day I try to cherish something. I don’t know if it is just that “first time mom” thing but I want to cherish this little boy. I want to remember moments 10 years from now. Some would say that I spoil Noah. I rock him to sleep most nights still. I get up with him in the middle of the night. I make him butternut squash pasta with real parmesan cheese and grated chocolate (of course I make enough for myself too). I spend moments with him when I should be doing work or cleaning. I feel guilty, but at the same time I feel that what I am doing is good. In 20 years will it matter that I sucked at getting the laundry done? It will matter what kind of mom I was. I read an article today in Men’s Health that said that men are happier as adults if have had attentive loving mothers.

Mantra to myself: Find a balance, find a balance, find a balance. . .

how could i resist this?