Jacob will be 1 in a few days.
This is my second, and probably last baby to have a first birthday. It is a cliche, but truly bittersweet.
The sweetness: I am delighted at what a little human he is. He is laughing, playing peek a boo, taking steps, saying, "That! Mama! Dada!" He shakes his head no, and cracks up every time Asher comes near him. He snuggles, loves books, and is never going to give up his bottle. He naps twice a day, and sleeps all night. He likes to eat meatballs, challah, pizza, goldfish, fish sticks, grapes, cheese turkey, mac & cheese, peas, hummus, crackers, & bread, but dislikes sweets and most veggies. Without sounding conceited, he adores me. He lights up when I walk into the room, and he reaches for me and smiles.
The bitter: He is getting older. He is going to turn into a toddler who walks and never stops talking. He will one day look at me and go, "NO! I need my PRIVACY!!!", as my 3-year-old does. He is done with baby food, done with his cute little baby outfits, and done with most things baby. I no longer get to say, " I just had a baby, and that is why I have this poochy gut hanging out."
He is turning into a kid, and while I love him more and more each day for the little man he is becoming, I am sad for the baby I am losing.