ONE-derful!

Our boy is one! Actually, our boy turned one a week ago and life has been a whirlwind ever since. My friend, Sarah, flew in on Friday for a visit and for Adrian's party. I haven't seen her since the fourth grade (well, I did see her once for a half hour or so when we were 14, but she doesn't remember it, so I don't count it - ha!) and we've been out of touch all these years. About 6 months ago, I reconnected with her via the internet and we just picked up right where we left off. It's pretty amazing! We had a fabulous, all-together-too-short weekend together and are already planning a repeat get-together.

Saturday the big one-year-old took his first steps! He took four or five and he is giving no indication of a repeat performance anytime soon. :)

Sunday was his big party in the park. It was a gorgeous, semi-cool morning with almost the whole "digger park" to ourselves.

Monday was his one-year checkup. The beast, as we affectionately all him, is still a beast. He weighed in at 23 lbs., 11 oz.! He also has an ear infection of which I had no suspicion! Poor guy!

So, yes... the first year has flown by. I am a bit sadly nostalgic that the baby days are mostly gone and I am quickly becoming a mother of two big boys. I am happy, though, to anticipate a future of much joy with my little people. I am blessed.

I watched Elena last week while Heidi went to her new job training. Having 33% more children and double the babies went remarkably well. I was even able to get some exercise and a couple good shots for Adrian and Elena's wedding video... :)

I lied...

... It's been way longer than a week since I promised a forthcoming blog. Is anyone still out there?

My mom and dad left early this morning after a three-day visit. I am insanely jealous of people who get to live geographically close to their families... especially those with children.

Speaking of children... Mine are growing up. Fast. I'm not sure that I approve of this. Dominic starts preschool on September 8. This is not too much of a monumental milestone for me in and of itself except as it relates to the fact that this time next year, my baby will go to kindergarten. That's right, folks. Kindergarten. Five days a week. For which he'll need me to buy him a backpack. This is serious.

And Adrian, my sweet little newborn, is on the brink of his first birthday. Was I not just pregnant with him, like... yesterday?

Whoever said, "The days creep by, but the years fly by" hit the nail on the head. This is how people get old. Why do I suddenly feel myself hurtling toward being a crazy old cat lady?

Whoa.