In a day Ollie will turn a year. A YEAR! I have tried avoiding the emotional aspect of of this. Every time someone says "Can you believe it?" my eyes well up and I get a lump in my throat. I think I am just in sock at this thriving, spunky, LOUD little monkey that seems to want to snuggle up and hang out with Mick and I.
It sort of doesn't compute that he popped out of me a year ago and that he just laid there. Or that he actually slept during the day for more than 45 minutes. Or that he spit up constantly and pooped constantly. Or that he didn't have these Olympic-baby legs that have more strength than my upper body. It also doesn't compute that he is going to be talking sometime soon and running around. And a some point not want to snuggle up and hang out with Mick and I.
Sigh. Sniff. I love you little guy.
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