Oscar is One!

Oscar our plump little nugget of deliciousness, is ONE!! This definitely calls for a trip down photographic-memory lane;

2 days out of the womb, all 7lb 14oz of him

1 month 

2 months

3 months 

4 months 

5 months 

6 months 

7 months 

8 months 

9 months 

10 months 

11 months 

And today! So happy to be a big birthday boy

Wow, what an exhausting & exhilarating year it has been! How Oli and I are even alive right now is a mystery to me, yet somehow, we have made it.

Looking back at my full term, cocky as all hell, pregnant self this time last year, is somewhat hilarious in hindsight. I had absolutely no idea what chaos we were in for.. 

Oscars (big brucey's) first year with us has been no stroll in the park. Infact, it was in stark contrast to Blakes peaceful beginning to life. Those first 12, torturous weeks of sleep deprivation, left me feeling like I could never love Oscar as much as I do Blake, and yet, as per usual with this parenting business, I was wrong. 

I am enthralled by this cheeky chunk of spunk. His smile that stretches right across his plump wee cheeks, with his little sporadic square pegs peeking through, is so contagious. The way he throws himself headfirst into Oli or I, his masculine way of showing affection, or how he watches Blake prance around with endless amounts of admiration & affection. How he shamelessly gawks while you eat your food until you feel incredibly awkward, and ultimately have to share with him. And especially the way he wobbles his head & flaps his arms like a fat little chicken whenever any music comes on. 

I love him & his quirky character with all of my might. 

Pretty soon those little legs of his will be strolling around like it ain't no thang, and I'll be fit as a fiddle chasing around two toddlers. TWO TODDLERS. Anybody know where I can buy those baby leashes? I swore I would never do it, but losing a child is the lesser appealing option...

To celebrate big O's big day, we plan on heading to the beach for a picnic this evening with some pals, paddling our toes in the ocean, and high fiving the shit out of each other for surviving the first year. 

Oh, and of course, we did a cake smash first thing;

Ironically, in true Oscar style, he refused to smash the cake, solely because that is all I wanted him to do. (Give him the remote or the iPad and he will smash it against the wall). Instead, he sat down and fiddled with his willy. Boys eh?

Gem

Thought of the day "tonight most definitely calls for wine (s)"