One year

My beautiful son is one year old. Wyatt’s party was a success. Luckily the weather was perfect and we had enough food and drink for all. Sadly Tom and I did not win the balloon toss or the 3-legged race, but it wasn’t for a lack of trying. Wyatt was a star, of course, and hung out happily with his guests and never made a fuss, of course. Most of his family took a Saturday afternoon off of their glorious summer time to come to his party, I think that was really nice of them, I personally probably wouldn’t have done that before I had Wyatt.Wyatt is an Olympic puller upper these days, practicing, practicing, practicing his new found skill with gusto. He also seems to be trying to take “steps” once he is up. I wouldn’t call it walking, but, I would consider it a precursor. Wyatt has done all of those things slowly though, so hopefully he won’t walk for another few months – I understand this is a very hard time for a Mom to watch as your child nearly falls and hits his head on everything in your house and you picture him seriously injured every time this happens, and it happens all day and night. He can say Mama and Dada, but, he doesn’t seem to be calling either of us by name regularly. I do sometimes think he is way behind the learning curve, but, for some reason I don’t worry at all. I can’t stress how in love I am.