One Year

My boy is a year old. This past year has been one of the best years I can remember and so much of that is due to this sweet boy. He filled a hole we didn't know we had, just like Daisy did, and I assume our future children will as well. He is a calm soul. I may be laughing at that sentence in the near future as we enter into his toddler world, but truly he brings a peace to my heart. He is loved. Daisy loves him. I love that he is getting bigger. They have started to play together. His eyes light up anytime Daisy gives him her attention. She will crawl after him as he crawls away as fast as he can just giggling happily, anticipating her to catch him. Makes me happy.

He is still so very tiny, 3rd percentile tiny. He has grown very little in weight and height in the past three months. Just 17.6 lbs. Our doctor isn't overly concerned but we are getting a few tests done to see if he is anemic or has lead poisoning. Scary! But he is healthy as can be in every sense of the word. He may just be that small just because he is a small boy. He is reaching all his development milestones at an appropriate rate. He is gibber jabbering, starting to walk while pushing objects around, pointing at things, just being a good baby overall. We are going to start giving him whole milk as I have decided to start weening. It's time. I also have a suspicion my milk isn't very creamy and that's why he is growing slow:(. But I still have loved nursing. It's been a great experience for me and I think him too.

Over the past month Rockwell has decided he has opinions and isn't afraid to voice them. I was reading a blog post from a mother of seven the other day and something she said stuck out to me. She said, for the first year of a little persons life they are a sweet baby just there to be loved. Then one day around a year old they change. The decide to start figuring out who they are. And I think Rockwell is starting to figure himself out. He likes to scream loudly just for fun. He also has been teething and makes sure everyone knows. Daisy was the opposite. One day I looked in her mouth and she had like four teeth.

Rockwell's favorite things to do are follow finch around, open and close doors, throw toys, push and chase balls around, rip paper, and play in my shower.

We are blessed to have Rockwell be in our little family. I am so thankful he is ours forever.