Oh December. There you are.

Wow... December already. Does it really have to mean my baby is one year older? I was happy about 1. But 2? Is he really not a baby anymore? He will still always be my baby. We had a great party. It was Buzz Lightyear themed and we had all the family over for lasagne and homemade ice cream cake that looked like a planet (which I failed to take a picture of...of course). He got spoiled rotten and his newly cleaned out room is once again full. He loves Toy Story and Cars. He loves trucks and trains. He is talking up a storm and sometimes I can't believe the words he picks up on. He has the funniest sense of humor and can make you laugh about something that really isn't funny at all. He loves appliances and cleaning tools of all kinds. But most especially pay phones and vaccums. He just started saying "Oh MY gosh" and says "sorry" when he bumps into a wall or when you're standing in the way of something he is trying to get to. Funny boy. Just now I was on the computer and Zac says "Hill, you have to come here." So I walk into the laundry room and this is what I see.

When my house is a little too quiet and he is nowhere to be found, I usually find him in the garage sitting in the car with the keys in his hand trying to fit them in the ignition. Maybe that will only be cute until he figures out how to take it out of gear... I am truly loving every minute of the little boy he has grown in to. He always keeps us smiling. He has taught me more patience than I thought I could ever have. He has the most tender heart. Whenever he hears a crying baby he gets a worried look on his face and says "Baby cry." He will give hugs and kisses and pats on the back whenever it strikes him. The first thing in the morning when I get him out of bed, he gives me a hug and a pat on the back and then goes directly to either his train or finds a phone to play with.

If I find him doing something he knows he shouldn't be doing, he'll look up at me and say "Bye. See you." and shuffle me out the door. I think the hardest part of him growing up is that he doesn't need me as much anymore. He finds a million things to do all day and every once in awhile he'll look at me and say "Play." But for the most part he doesn't need or want me to entertain him. Did it have to happen so fast? Bittersweet. Happy birthday baby.