Life as a Wife

Yesterday we celebrated Alex’s first birthday.  It’s hard to think of him as being a year old already.  He’s still very much a baby, of course, and Christopher and I tend to “baby” him a lot instead of encourage him to learn as much as we did with Robert.  But he is a smart baby and we can tell that he is picking up on things properly.  Alex says dada and uh-oh.  He can clap his hands and he knows what it means when I tell him to clap his hands.  He knows his name, both his nickname and his proper name.  And he is learning what we mean when we same “Come here, Alex.”  I can hold out my hand and say, “Alex, take out your paci” and he obeys.  He loves to throw his arms around me and give me a great big hug, and he loves to follow his big brother around the house imitating him in everything.  Alex adores his daddy and crawls to Christopher as quickly as his fat little legs and arms will carry him as soon as Christopher walks in the door in the evenings.  It is a precious sight.

Alex’s birthday party will be tomorrow.  We are having a very small get-together with family and a couple of friends.  I look forward to seeing Alex dig into his cupcake and see if he can grasp the concept of opening presents.

I am a very blessed momma.  I have two very beautiful and special boys who I absolutely adore.  They are sweet and happy and obedient (for the most part), and I couldn’t ask for better children.  I love them!

And a bit of extra silliness: