Surviving the First Year

It's been a while!

My son has turned 1 February 11 this year. He's a year and 3 months last 11th of May. Who would have thought I'd survive the first year?

How do I begin? I've transitioned from the mum who enjoyed all the cute blueness, boy socks, morning strolls and toothless smiles to the the mum who now enjoys being thrown rattles to her face, baby cereal on her hair and screams of a boy who refuses to get out of the tub. It's a different level of "fun".

I'm lucky to have a nanny who's sincerely dedicated to teach my son and determined to make sure he grows up well bred. He loves her! The little man can now speak about 15 words and associates another 10. He feeds himself with a spoon, spills here and there but that's quite a milestone, he puts his pacifier on his mouth by himself, hugs his tiger beanie when told to "show love".

He's walking (like a drunk elf), two weeks ago he scarred his nose and upper lip by falling off a 3-wheel wagon. He gave me the scare of my life. Neighbors thought something was wrong, he was screaming like he was beeing peeled off alive. He's better now. And you know kids, he now acts as if nothing even happened. He still wants to "drive" little cars.

We have a birthday party to go to at Timezone tomorrow. It's this arcade place where kids get to ride mechanical horses, play Guitar Hero, race cars, shoot hoops and fire toy guns. Dad is more excited than son.

Till next time!