11 Months

It's crazy to think that a year ago I was about 8 months pregnant and freaking out about the idea of having a baby. I didn't know how I was going to handle three kids and everything else going on in my life.


And now I think, "How did I ever get along without my Josh?"

He is very much adored around here.


I love that he is a mama's boy. I love the way that he lights up when Mike comes home. I love that he is clapping and waving. I love that he loves to shake his arms when we have music playing. I love that he tries to use a spoon. I love his love of putting things in/taking things out of containers. I love the happy look he always gets when he eats in his highchair. I love that he always gets concerned when Grace and Adam cry. I love his curiosity. I love (most of the time) that he loves to sleep with me. I love how excited he gets when we pick up Adam from school. I love how he holds the cell phone up to his ear and imitates me talking. I love when he gets frustrated and squawks loudly to let everyone else know.

We just love him! It's been a wonderful (not easy, but wonderful) 11 months with him. I can't believe for a second that I ever doubted that he needed to be in our family now.