One

Max is one. I still can’t believe it. He has come so far in the past month. At Christmas he was just getting proficient at the army crawl, and now he’s crawling, pulling up on everything, and even standing for a few seconds on his own. His newest is word is “block,” which sounds an awful lot like “glock,” but is still darn cute.

I keep thinking back to this time last year when we were clueless new parents with a sad, colicky baby. Boy am I glad to be where we are now. The little man is so much fun and has such a mellow, sweet personality. We thank our lucky stars each day.