Hi guys!
Today I’m doing my first ever guest post over at Veronica’s blog, Veronica’s Cornucopia. She’s taking a little rest from blogging this month, and asked me to fill in on one of her Thankful Thursdays. So click here to read my thoughts on the New Year, thankfulness, and hope!
Also, please peruse Veronica’s recipes, past Thankful Thursdays posts, and other musings about life–she’s a gem, and I love her to death. I think you will too!
Over and out.
I have more coming, but to satisfy my own needs for a dose of baby James (yes, I’m in severe withdrawal at the moment), I have some delightful pictures of the little guy, who is unbelievably turning 1 year old this January.
1 year old?? Wasn’t he just, like, born?
He’s safely back in Alaska, and the next time we see him he will probably be walking. Talking. Even running! I’ve always laughed a little at the people who say longingly “they grow up so fast!”, but I am now undoubtedly one of them. Because part of me wishes James could stay at this age forever.
One day he won’t be saying “ba!” anymore. Or making the hilarious nodding/head jerking motion when he’s really, really excited about that next bite of food. Or yanking indiscriminately at pant legs with those fat little hands to pull himself into a standing position. He may even thin out, and then what baby rolls will I be able to grab? The mere thought makes me want to burst into tears. There’s nothing like a velvety, fatty, baby thigh to make the world seem like a brighter place (see here for more on that matter).
Though I know Heidi is right when she says he’ll just become cute in other ways as he grows up, I have an alternate plan: since Heidi’s child-bearing days are certainly not over, I am hoping that she and Mike will produce a clone of baby James–one per year.
Over and over again, so that there is an unending supply of little 11-month-olds saying ‘ba’ and bobbing their heads.
Isn’t that the best plan ever? Now I just have to find a mad scientist to give me a helping hand.
Let me know if you all have any leads. Or if I’ve finally creeped you out enough that you’re never returning–I realize that’s a distinct possibility with every post I write.
But let’s get to the visuals!
Captions are provided by my dear husband, who is equally as in love with this baby as I am.
Well yes, I see your point, but I read an article in the New York Times saying the exact opposite. Do you read the Times?
Oh! I didn’t realize we were taking pictures! Hang on while I get this stoplight out of my mouth . . .
This. Is. The. Best. Apple. I’ve. Ever. Had. Period.
You can hold me . . . if you want.
How many times have I told you not to kiss me in public, Mom! Goosssh!
I pretty much got this under control.