My baby has a cold. His nose is stuffed up and he has a rough cough. Poor guy.
He will be one in a couple weeks. I can’t even believe it. I mean, where the did the time go? How did we get here? Who am I? How did I go from dating a guy in Oregon to being married and having a one year old amazing kid in Alaska? Alaska. I have no idea.
I wish I did. But I don’t.
My mom and her husband, and my husbands parents are coming up in a couple weeks for Lucas’ birthday. I am so excited to see them. I just want to cry thinking about it. I can’t wait.
We don’t really have many friends up here yet, at least not any that you would invite to a birthday party, so his party will be small. Which is fine. A small party is fine. I’ve got to figure out the whole cake deal and things.
I have a lot of exciting things going on. A lot.
Lucas is getting more familiar with the snow.
I love taking pictures of him. I can never have enough. Trust me, you should see my house. It’s covered with them.
The other day he decided he wanted to try a bite of snow. I didn’t stop him, I was in charge of the camera. We were just outside on our deck, hanging out. I love just hanging out.
He was doing really well, having fun, tasting the snow and playing with it.
But then he fell face first in it. That scared him. I wonder if that’s how he got his cold…