I've been searching forever for the perfect white cake recipe, and debated between 3 different recipes before settling on this one. It was pretty good, but not "the one" quite yet. I think the reason I wasn't as impressed about it was because I over baked it by about 3-5 minutes--just enough to make it a tad dry. Oh well. Nobody complained, and Abe loved it, which is the most important part.
Our attempt at a family photo. I have two boys who are not really fans of having their pictures taken. A few weeks ago we had a family photo session with a professional photographer, and I don't know what I was thinking. Trying to get a 3 year old and an almost 1 year old to cooperate with anything much less actually look up at a camera in unison is a bad idea.
Mimi and Poppy gave Abe this push toy/ride on train that lights up and sings and does a ton of other stuff that is pretty cool to babies. Ben decided he needed to show Abe how to use it. Actually, Ben likes to "show" Abe how to use this toy almost every day. Sometimes Ben is kind enough to "gently" remove Abe from the train and remind him how it works.
Grandma and Grandad got him a drum with a bunch of musical instruments. His favorites are the egg shakers, and sometimes the sticks. Abe is a big fan of anything that makes noise.I know that every parent says this, but I sincerely can't believe how fast the time has gone. I really feel like Abe was just a tiny newborn only a few months ago, and now that he's moving around it feels as though my time on bedrest and his first few months were just a dream. For some reason this birthday was hard for me. When Ben had his 1st birthday I felt nothing but excitement for the future. And truly, I think the months between 1 and 2 are some of the most rewarding. MUCH better than the first year, if I'm being honest. But I guess because Abram is our last baby I feel the passage of time more keenly. I don't want to relive his babyhood, but I have moments when I would love to just hold his little newborn body in my arms and smell his little baby smell one more time. But that's life, isn't it? Every season has it's end, and my season of babies is coming to a close. The exciting part is that the season of toddlerhood is just beginning, as Abe is walking about 40% of the time! He usually takes about 6 steps, drops down and crawls a few feet, stands up unassisted and takes a few more steps, crawls again, etc...He is approaching walking in such a gradual way that I'm sure we will hardly notice when he starts to walk everywhere.
We had his 1 year well check yesterday, and he is doing everything he "should" be doing at this point. Initiating games of peekaboo and chase, understanding most of what we say, using some words (he says "nana" for banana and for food in general, "dada" for Daddy, and "ah-ah" for uh-oh), self-feeding, walking...no worries! He's still a little peanut in the 10th percentile for height and weight, but that's a big jump for him since he has always been in the 3rd percentile. The pediatrician immediately jumped on the weight issue (cue to me inwardly rolling my eyes) but then quickly reversed course after watching Abe crawl, walk, climb and generally act like a little pistol for most of the appointment, including trying to throw himself off the exam table while the doctor tried to listen to his heartbeat and look in his ears. I think the phrases "he looks really good" and "oh...he's fine" were said a few times:) And since this is my blog I can brag a little...he also mentioned many times that Abe is very cute. And if the 70+ year old pediatrician who sees hundreds of babies a week thinks your kid is cute, you can be assured he speaks the truth:)
One more thing: when this pediatrician (the only one in our practice who had not yet met Abe) walked in he immediately said, "Well HELLO there pretty girl! Aren't you so pretty!" I laughed and laughed. And then I laughed some more. And I'm still laughing as I type this. He is pretty! God has a sense of humor, I suppose. I might never have a little girl, but at least I have my pretty boy!
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