My father was able to catch this moment when he came outside with Charles, my mom and myself last weekend.
Talk about being in the right place at the right time!
Well, it’s 6:26pm (EST). My son is officially a year old.
Let me repeat that. Little Dude is 1! I can scarcely believe how quickly time has flown.
I think my son must have heard the song “It’s my birthday and I can cry if I want to” too many times, because today, he is in all out crankiness mode.
Of course, that *might* have to do with the fact that he’s teething…again… (yup, red cheeks, trouble falling asleep, excess drool, biting while nursing, swollen gums). It’s top pre-molar time.
Besides that, he’s doing great. Yesterday he went with his father to see his pediatrician and everything checks out. He’s now up to 10.34kg (or about 23 pounds) and 75 cm long. She’s not worried about the fact that he’s not walking yet as she says it’s not unusual at that age to not feel safe enough to walk yet. She was pleased with the variety of foods he was eating and happy to hear that we’d gotten answers from our visit with the pediatric allergist.
I thought that I’d recap some monthly photos of him too see his evolution over the past 12 months.
Today, I’m breaking the “rules” and posting a video instead of a few pictures. It was taken on Tuesday, but I feel it a very accurate representation of our week at home.
This ^ is what happened every time I put my son down on the floor since Monday. Every. Single. Time. At first, I thought it was separation anxiety, but he doesn’t burst into melodramatic tears when I drop him off at daycare. Nope, he just does it when he’s at home and it is driving me bonkers! He seems to find it particularly annoying that I am unable to have him in my arms at all times and he is very good at expressing his annoyance towards me. It’s actually pretty funny (except when it’s been going on for half an hour), he’ll start by sitting there and looking me as he screams bloody murder. Then he’ll crawl towards me and hang on to my legs and continue to scream and cry if I don’t pick him up. I try to distract him, but the distractions are usually short-lived (although 5 minutes of calm are better than none).
Usually, his fussy periods last a week. We’re on day 5.
I will not survive this.
Well, my son is having a BLAST at daycare and quite frankly, it is apparent at home.