Happy 1st Birthday, Zachary Ryan!
In some ways your first year of life has flown by and in other ways it has tip toed in S.L.O.W motion. You made your entrance into this world a little ahead of schedule. Eleven weeks and 3 days early to be exact. Mister, you were/are one prayed for child! You spent 10 weeks and 4 days in the hospital on an accelerated growth program. You left WMC weighing a whopping 5 lbs 4 oz. Pretty big growth considering you weighed 2 lbs 3 oz at birth (your lowest was 1 lbs 6 or 7 oz). Your nurses called you fiesty. I have absolutely no earthly idea where you would have gotten that from. None. Clueless. I believe (so do a few others) that's what got you through some rough days and home to us by your due date.
You are a spritely little thing! You are happy when you wake up and happy when you go to bed. I love going in your room in the mornings to get you. You seem to be so happy to see me. I hope you always feel that way. I know I will. You will eat anything. I mean anything. You are polar opposite of your big brother who eats a very limited list of things. Speaking of your big brother... he loves you very much. He wants nothing more than to show you the ropes and teach you everything he knows. I'm not sure this house can handle 2 "Indian Jones", Kung Fu Pandas, Tarzans, Batmans, Spidermans and the likes. If Andrew has his way, you'll be his partner in crime. Oy vey!
You're working hard on getting around. You have no fear of the stairs and sometimes don't wait for us to go up with you. It won't be long before you're walking. Maybe, just maybe, you'll be walking by your adjusted b-day (October for those of you that haven't mastered adjusted and calendar b-days). You love to look at yourself in the mirror. You still haven't figured out that the cute baby staring back at you is yourself. You goober! You love to take a bath and splash. You have a limited vocabulary right now, but I know we're in for non-stop chatter the way you babble. You say the most important things: Ma ma, Da da, bye bye and hey. You look like your daddy when he was a baby. You have his eyes, hair color and skin tone. I have no doubt you'll be as handsome as your daddy when you grow up.
I could go on and on. Happy Birthday, little monkey! Your mommy, daddy, brother and rest of the crew love you beyond words. You are a super, duper, precious gift from God!
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