Happy Friday! My little guy has graciously passed his germs on to mommy, and I'm in major need of homemade chicken soup and organic carrot juice. I haven't been to work since Wednesday and Dylan has been home with me instead of going to "school." Taking care of a baby while under the weather is quite the challenge and the only silver lining of fighting a cold while keeping him happy is that he is trying really hard to walk. He stands up from a sitting position (a totally new thing!) and takes a single step before falling over. He's getting so close and I am anxiously cheering him on. It's a milestone I've been mentally preparing myself to miss since I'm at work during the day, so if I do end up witnessing his first few steps I will be elated!
Dylan's first birthday is next week and the thought of him waking up a toddler on Wednesday morning brings tears to my eyes. I didn't expect to be so emotional over him turning one, but I am kind of a softy. I'm gushing with pride and baby fever (don't tell my husband), and I want these young moments to last forever. A year ago I was four days past my due date and the size of a beluga whale, en route to the doctor's office for a cervix exam (I DO NOT MISS THOSE AT ALL!). So here's to Friday, the future, and the unknown. Have a great weekend ya'll!