Time flies when you are having fun.

Memories do not know the boundary of time. 

Was it just yesterday or a year ago that I labored all day and delivered our son? 8 days over-due I remember the excitement, trepidation, discomfort, and all out horrible pain so very vividly. 

I remember the feel of his slimy new body, his completely smooshed nose, the loudness of his cry, and how he only wanted to be held by me. I remember the rush of love poured over me in that instant.

It was just yesterday.

I'm sure of it.

A few things tell me I'm wrong about the passage of time. My baby doesn't want cuddling or breastfeeding. He wears 18 month clothing and sits in a high chair shoveling table food in like he may never be fed again. He loves to wrestle on the floor and stands and tackles like a big boy. He blabbers and we can hear words -- yesterday he copied the sound of a police siren. And dancing, oh, there is just nothing as hilarious as a baby's diapered butt trying to find the beat of the music.

Even though he isn't walking, he is more toddler than baby. He is in to everything!

He is all boy. He eats dirt.

Has it really been a year?

I treasure each day we've spent with our Remington James.


His sweet personality blesses our lives.

(Love you Little Man. Love, Mom)