It’s hard to believe but my bouncing baby boy turned one about a month ago. I can’t believe how fast it went and I can’t believe how much Simon has changed. He was beginning to walk in August but now he’s tearing around the house at an amazing pace. It won’t be long before he’s out-running me while training for a kids tri.

No more formula and no more bottles either. He’s adapted to sippy cups with no issues and is eating any number of new foods. We let him try everything and for the most part, he’s not too picky. I realize that this will change as he approaches the two-year mark but right now I’m enjoying his adventurous nature when it comes to food. As wonderful as it is to see him progress from babyhood to toodlerdom, it’s also kind of heartbreaking. We’ve packed up so many toys and clothes that he’s outgrown. Not to mention the bulk of the bottles as well as the sterilizer and a whole bunch of soothers that I bought in anticipation of Simon’s arrival but that he never really took to. I’ve had want-another-one-ittus for the last month which I realize is something steeped in emotion rather than logic.

The only time he really looks like a little baby is in those wonderful moments that he’s so peaceful while he sleeps. I could watch him for hours but realizing that that may translate into later creepy issues I always let him be (although I do stop in to say goodnight before I head for work). He’s got great sleep habits and that is something that I don’t want to mess up.

His party was small and consisted of grandparents and one great-grandmother. I didn’t want to tax his patience too much and I am a stickler for his bath/bed-time routine. He liked his helium balloons and as expected, he was spoiled rotten by all concerned.

For all of you that have been asking for photos of his birthday, I will have an album up in the next week or so for everyone to peruse.

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