One Year

Has one year really gone by since James was born? All morning I kept thinking, "This is when I went into the hospital", "This is the time that they finally decided to do a c-section", "I was finally given my spinal and out of pain by this time", and at 9:17am, James and I celebrated his official birth time by clapping.

We had a fun day. Phil woke up James so we could have a pre-celebration before Phil had to go to work. We ate pancakes for breakfast, went for a walk, had mac-n-cheese for lunch, went swimming in the afternoon, played with toys, and had some not so yummy cake for a birthday celebration (Betty Crocker failed me).

Some of the latest on James. He is finally walking! He started about 11 1/2 months and has really started to take off the last few days. He is so fun to watch. He still only has two teeth on the bottom. According to my own measurements (since I don't even have his one year appointment made yet) he is 21.5 lbs and around 29-30in. long.

James loves to push things around (high chair, other chairs, a wagon, his push toy, toy cars, etc.). He has also been more into toy cars lately. He especially likes to put them up on a chair so they are at his eye level and move them around. He will even sometimes make a "mmmm" sound while playing with them. Mima and Papa have a school bus toy that James has been trying to maneuver on to a chair. It is so much heavier than the other toys so he gets so frustrated when trying to get it up on a chair. Phil and I let him figure it out and just laugh at him!

He continues to love water. Bath time, swimming, toilets (unfortunately); if it has water, he likes it. When we get ready to put him in the bathtub he gets so excited standing there and walks in place waiting to get in. It is pretty cute.

He has been pointing more. I'm not sure what initiates his pointing but he likes to do it. He will point at others (mainly Mima) and also likes to point outside when he sees something out there.

He loves to be outside. When I finish changing his diaper and go outside to through it away, he gets so mad at me because I don't take him with me.

He loves the dishwasher and fridge. It becomes a race when he realizes you have opened them to see if you can close it before he makes it over. And then it is a big deal when you shut it. He will squat down, put his hands on the ground, hang his head down and start to cry. That is how he throws a little "tantrum".

And for a lot of pics to commemorate the day...


Breakfast:
Lunch:

Swim time:



Playing with his cars on his level:
Birthday Cake time:

Doing his pointing: Our attempt at a family photo:

Dad wrestling with his partner: