He came flying into the world, so fast we barely made it to the hospital, and time hasn’t slowed down yet.
He’s my cuddler, snuggler, hugger, and clingy monkey – he’s in a phase where I can’t put him down. I use the term “phase” lightly, as he’s been like this since 6 months.
He’s also all boy. He loves to bang things together, hit, smash, make noise and chase cars around the floor. His hobbies include pulling hair, smacking me and wrestling with Mini. I wouldn’t trade him for all the gentle babies in the world (I would consider a trade for one that likes to nap and sleep though). My heart is filled every time I cuddle him.
He’s large, tripling his birth weight by 4 months, and has added many more pounds since then, and he’s loud – he’ll let you know what he wants, when he wants it.
He’s my Moo. He’s a complex little boy and we haven’t even scratched the surface of his tiny personality.
I love you Moo, happy first birthday.
(Cue the tears)