It doesn't seem possible. A year ago in a hospital room during a blinding snowstorm, we met Ian for the first time.
Now, he's a walking, talking, tornado of a toddler who's celebrating his first birthday today.
He's brought a sense of completeness and balance to our family. When we met him for the first time, it wasn't so much a "I'm so glad to meet you!" as it was "Oh, I'm so glad you're here. We've been waiting for you!"
He's adored by his sisters, and tolerated by Max, who gets annoyed when Ian follows him around wanting to do everything he does.
His favorite foods are undoubtedly breastmilk, bananas, pretzels, and anything sweet he can con someone into giving him. He loves wrestling and will often try to tackle Max just to instigate a wrestling match. He's a Mommy's boy through and through, at least for now.
He has the most adorable dimples and a smile that melts me. Every single time.
He doesn't sleep much at night. But we're working on that. He has the world's loudest shriek and we wish there was a way to work on that.
He folds his arms whenever we say a prayer, and waves his arms like a conductor anytime he hears music. He also tries to sing along, which never fails to make everyone around him smile.
He doesn't realize he's supposed to be the baby. He started walking when he was just barely 9 months, and said his first words shortly after. He hates his high chair, and almost always refuses to drink out of a sippy cup in favor of whatever we're drinking instead.
He wasn't at all planned. It took me a long time to get used to the idea that he was coming. But now, sweet Ian, we don't know what we would do without you. So fun that we get to do your party during Thanksgiving tomorrow. So fitting. Happy Birthday Little Buddy!