One Year

Well it happened. My teeny tiny little baby turned one year old.

Confession: His 12 month photo was taken at 14 months. That's called real life people. 

Where did the year go? Brooks has gone from being a 5 pound teeny man who we couldn't get to stay awake during the day to save our lives to a vivacious, loud, sweet, 20 pound into everything little man. 

At 12 months Brooks is a lot of fun. He continues to grow like a weed and it seems crazy that we ever had weight issues with him. He jumped from the 5th percentile in weight at 9 months to the 24th percentile at 12 months. With that, he eats like a truck. It's shocking really how much he can eat. He is not too picky, but he does have his moments. I think it's funny to note that he won't eat bananas, won't touch them. I definitely succeeded in scarring him for life with the 5 month banana incident mentioned here. Oops. Poor first child. 

This month Brooks really mastered pulling up to stand. He is learning to cruise the furniture and loves the independence. He will say Dada here and there but hasn't committed to it being a word officially in his vocab yet. He has started crawling on his knees, which before he was committed to the army crawl. He could army crawl like nobody's business but once he discovered he could double his speed on his knees, it was all over. 

For his birthday we were in Arizona visiting Dan's family. It was in the visiting room of the hospital so Dan's Dad could attend. His dad ordered this gigantic birthday banner and his Mom ordered the most perfect bear cake so it was the perfect party for our Brooksy Bear. We even had a cute little smash cake and we were all prepared to be overwhelmed with cuteness. Yeah, that didn't happen. Brooks swiped some icing with his fingers a few times then proceeded to scream his little baby head off. Turns out he isn't a smash cake type of baby....OH well. 

In this day and age of pinterest parties and going over the top for everything, I have to say I was so thankful for Brooks' little waiting room party. It really put what matters most into perspective and that is being surrounded by the people you love. Family is everything. Brooks is such a loved baby, and that turned into the theme of his party. I am so grateful for family who dotes on my little man.

A couple of weeks later I went home to SC and we had a little party with my family. Brooks stuck to his guns and screamed when we sang. Once everyone was distracted by other things and weren't staring at him though he did sneak a few bites of cake. 

We made it a year. We have a year old son. He's is definitely losing that infant look and starting to look like a toddler.