And then he came. A whirlwind of a birth - not the way I could have planned - but he came! April 18th, right around dinner time. Maybe that was a prophecy of sorts, because boy does this boy like to eat! He liked to nurse as often as he could convince me to nurse him (and for long periods of time!), and he still grunts and waves his little hands whenever someone else has food because he is sure that he must be hungry. Doesn't matter if I have just fed that little mouth.
He has always been a happy baby. Lots of smiles, giggles, coos, and all those sorts of baby love have been abundant. I see Joy within him. He has always adored his brothers - who adore him right back - and lights up when they enter the room.
One Year Old. Walking everywhere. Attempting to get himself into the bathroom to unroll the toilet paper any time that we forget to latch the door closed. Finding toys that fit in his mouth. Looking back over his shoulder at us when he's starting to get into something that he KNOWS he is not suppose to! (how are they already ornery???) Giving us hugs. Snuggles. Saying "Mama" and "Ball". I think "Dada" is just starting to show up.
Playing ball with his brothers and loving his life. Although I still haven't had one single full night of sleep since he has been born (sigh from Momma), Matthias has brought so much joy into our home. I couldn't have imagined that we could contain more joy, but somehow, we can and we are!
We took treats to share at the gym and had a regular day after that. I gave him a popsicle to hold for his birthday, which was about the most exciting thing for this little boy! = ) We'll give him a cupcake on Saturday when we celebrate with Eli's family - can't wait for those pictures!