Has it really been

almost 12 months since our little man entered this world. He really can't be almost 1 year old. Or I guess he could be, since he is. Our little guy is leaving his babyhood behind him, and it is bittersweet. The last several weeks of his development have been so much fun to watch. Walking and talking being the major developments as of late. He says momma, dadda, done, ball, book, moo, quack, duck, nack (snack), cup, milk, bye-bye, and etc. (those are just the ones that I am sure are intentional). It seems like he adds another word to his arsenal everyday. He LOVES books. When I say that please don't take it lightly... we spend most of our morning reading, and he would bring me book after book all day long if I would sit there. We have actually had more than one crying fit, because I had to get up and do something other than read to him. I love that he will sit with me and let me read to him or tell him about the pictures, and I hope this continues. His other love is balls. He loves to sit and roll balls back in forth or watch me bounce them. I love to watch him grow and develop and be so curious about life. I just wish I could keep him at each stage for just little bit longer, but the new stages come and I love them just as much.