Reid has reached toddler status.
I’ll save you the long speech about how life wouldn’t be the same without him, and it’s so emotional that he isn’t a baby anymore.
I’m not emotional today because he’s turning one. I’m emotional because we made it through the first year. It was hard. REALLY hard. In all honesty, his first six months about did me in. He was fussy, and spit up constantly. He never slept and screamed even when you held him. Car rides weren’t always pleasant and it seemed like he was sick all the time. We dealt with sensitive tummy issues and I tried cutting out countless things to help. I cried what seemed like everyday and was convinced that I was losing all sanity. He co slept for months and we eventually had to use the cry it out method as a last result. Which wasn’t fun for anyone.
But then it got better. And each day he became happier. We made it over feeding hurdles and soon we all got more sleep. He reached milestones with leaps and bounds and it was as if it happened overnight and one day we no longer had a difficult baby, but the sweet little boy that we know him as today.
He is a dream to be with and keeps us all in good spirits. He is all boy and just wants to play and wrestle, build and get into things, and we most definitely don’t have issues anymore getting him to gain weight.
If you were to walk into our daily routine now, you would never guess he was an awful sleeper. He sleeps a solid 10 hours a night without a peep and with a simple yawn and a tuck into bed with his pacifier, he’s out like a light.
He loves to follow Hayden all over the house, always gives his mama lots of snuggles and has so much love for his daddy. Once Andy gets home from work, I know I’m basically chopped liver to Reid. Which I’m alright with. His intense love for his daddy is quite possibly the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. It borders on ridiculous.
I am over the moon excited to see what the next year with him brings.
Happy birthday little mister. You are our one and only.