Cole turns one tomorrow. I've been reflective the last two days and thinking of where I was this time last year. Today at 12:30 PM I remembered my water breaking and how scared and nervous I was. I thought about the call I made to Matt to tell him what had happened and to stop at the house and pack our bags. And then I laughed at how we argued about where my deodorant was (he had already packed it). I remember how excited Daulton was to sit with us in the hospital room and how he looked in every room we passed as we walked the halls trying to get labor going. We shared flavored ice cups and neither of us cared for the sugar free jello.
At times this year has gone by so quickly and other times it feels like its taking forever. Time seems slower at night when all I want to do is sleep but Cole either wants to hang out or snuggle. It seems like just yesterday he was in newborn clothes and now he's busting out of his 12 months pajamas.
Cole is crawling everywhere and gets into EVERYTHING! He shredded the toilet paper in my bathroom a few days ago and then tore it into tiny pieces. His daily goals are to get into the laundry room and get the remote, both are off limits to him. Cole got a hold of the remote at my sister's house and managed to record the news.
Dixie is Cole's best friend at meal times. He drops food for her and makes sure she gets a snack when he has his snack bowl. She gives him kisses and Cole's learning to pet nicely.
Daulton continues to be the best big brother ever. He is protective and is quick to respond when he's fussy. They are starting to wrestle and Cole watches every move Daulton makes. I am happy they have each other.
Time to go. Someone wants to snuggle.
