My dude turns one on Thursday. Not walking yet. He runs around in his little wheel cart thing like a madman and occasionally attempts to stand on his own. He just said bye to me today for the first time. He says mama and dada and @
uh-oh also. He tries to get into literally fucking everything and also is always looking for the most dangerous thing he can do or find. So I’m not really upset that he’s not walking yet. I know as soon as he does, my life where I now think I have no time, becomes a life where I really have no time. He’s the shit though. Nothing better.