one

Mick and I had to leave the party to go put him down for a nap. But here is most of the gang.

This cheese ball smile keeps going.

And going.

My baby is not a baby anymore! Today Mick turns one and I just cant believe it. Obviously this year has just flown by like I am sure many mommies out there can atest to. For the last couple of months Kev and I have been wondering when we have to stop calling Mick a baby, we decided on his birthday. So baby is out (at least in front of others, but in my head, still alive and kicking) and boy, kid, toddler (no too soon) is in. I am pretty sure he woke up this morning much bigger than when I put him down for bed last night. I am not sad that he is one, I am actually really happy. I love this age. He is into everything, loving all his toys and chasing after his friends that are already walking. I love to hear and see him laugh because of something I did or Kevin did (but mostly what I do jk). I love seeing him crawl around outside and letting him get dirty, for some reason I love that he has dirt under his nails. I know that might be weird but it makes me feel like he is really just getting out there and getting dirty. He has just grown so much in a year. What a blessing he is. God is so good. Trusting in Him that He will guide us in raising him is a nightly prayer and I know He is right along side us. Thank you Jesus.

Happy Birthday Mick!