Last month, my baby boy turned one. I guess it was about time. A lot of the baby about him is fading away and he looks and acts more boyish every day. It isn't easy for me to mentally push that precious first year of his life into the past because he is almost certainly the baby of my babies, but it is also incredibly gratifying to contemplate how much he has grown and how much joy he has brought to our family these past 13 months.
When Wylie woke up on his birthday, he probably didn't know the day was different from any other. But for our family, it was both a sentimental and celebratory day, and we had a lot of activities planned specifically around our special birthday boy. After breakfast, it was time for a photo shoot.
With each of our children, I have chosen a photo of them at age one to display in our home. I am not sure how that tradition started--perhaps it was the picture of 12-month old Ramona beaming in a field of daffodils that inspired me to try to capture that blissful innocence in her younger siblings at the same stage of life. It is such a sweet age--still small enough to cuddle, but old enough to delight us with their emerging personalities. After snapping a huge number of photos in our backyard and going back to review them, this was my favorite of Wylie, and the one that will go up on the wall with similar ones of his sisters:
There were several other pictures that I also enjoyed:
Below is Wylie with a little red truck that actually used to belong to me. Apparently, as a child I asked for a red truck for Christmas one year. I'm glad I get to pass it on to my little boy.
Forest's mother came to visit that week and helped us celebrate. Wylie loved walking around as Grandma held him up.
Not long after picture time, it was time to start preparing for Wylie's party. Ramona made a birthday banner for him that we hung over a doorway.
Mika decorated a balloon.
I decorated a cake. (Nothing too fancy around here--I just wrote his name on it and stuck a toy fire truck on top!)
Forest came home from work with a balloon to surprise our boy. He loved waving the string around and watching it swing back and forth. Now it was time to party!
Once lunch was finished, we began overwhelming Wylie with birthday gifts.
The gift he kept coming back to was probably the light saber toothbrush that lit up and made noises.
After present time, we all gathered for some cake. Wylie brought his magic wand with him.
Here is the documentation of Wylie digging into that chocolate cake:
Our birthday boy had just a little bit more play time after he got cleaned up from his cake . . .
. . . and then he went down for an afternoon nap. While he was sleeping, we played with his new toys. Hopefully he didn't mind.
Once he got up from his nap, he got right back to playing again.
Wylie got his birthday plate in the mail later day, decorated by Teresa.
Then he got to play some more in the backyard, where he continued to be photographed.
Dear Wylie,
We are so blessed to have you as part of our family. Every day you remind us how exciting and wonderful life can be. When you were born, you brought some of heaven with you into our home. Now I hope to keep it here as often as possible to help remind you where you came from and who you have the potential to become. As your mother, it is thrilling to watch you learn new things and accumulate new skills. Here are some of the things I hope to remember about you, at age one:
I love the way you kiss my chin and rest your face against mine when you are ready to snuggle. In your more mischievous moments, you steal my glasses right off of my face--you are so quick I can't avoid your little hands. You find a way to turn most objects into either a drumstick or drum, and your favorite past time is opening and closing doors.
Your first word was "dada." You finally say "mama" now but for a long time the equivalent was simply an insistent whimper. You still make that sound sometimes, and when I hear it I know you are asking for some mama time. You also like to say "yeah" and "yuh-ess!" I guess it is just a matter of time before you learn how to say "NO," but I still haven't heard you utter that word up to this point. Since you turned one, you started saying "Deeh!" for "drink."
You will take a few steps but your real talent is doing squats. When you get excited, you pop up from squatting position and raise both arms in the air triumphantly.
You are wonderful. And you will always be my baby.
Love
Mommy























































































