Let's see if I can write through Sullivan's jabbering. (Uh, wtf, dude? Doesn't bedtime mean anything to you? Oh...no? Okay, cool.)
Just kidding. I do not have the patience for that business.
So, I rocked him for a bit.
It IS his birthday week...I guess I can be nice. BUT JUST THIS ONCE.
On that note: It's his birthday week, you guys. How?
I haven't freaked out like I did with Tatum's first, but I'm sure it's coming. I mean, it's me we're talking about. Come on.
I actually have cried a couple of times, but LOL, like that's a surprise. I just teared up at a Life Alert commercial, so.
I feel like he has physically changed way more than Tatum did in her first year.
She was still looking super babyish when he was born.
He's way more toddler than baby to me. I was robbed. He basically came out as a six month old. Not cool.
I almost have two toddlers, people!