It makes me nervous that he is now closer to being one than he is to being zero. That means he is growing like a weed. There are some bright spots here. His personality emerges a little more each and every day.
I see it in his laugh. his fake cough. his enjoyment of stories. his new view on the world as he begins sitting upright. his tendency to cry way less for daddy. his absolute love of trying any new food we give him. his habit of kicking the baby wipe box while his diaper is changed. his blonde hair that is sprouting quickly all over his big head. his recognition of voices and faces. his innocence.