I'm going to be sappy this week

Everett's birthday is this Friday, and I'm going through his first year's worth of pictures this morning. I have to get them off my PC and onto the Mac so I can either do a mass printing or create a slideshow or something.

I am looking at these pictures and I just feel so totally sad, which is so totally ridiculous. Here I am, almost a whole year later, with a healthy, happy, almost toddler. It is completely impossible to look at him and not smile.

Just this week he has started hugging me so tightly that I can actually let go of his body, and he is still hanging on. He especially does this when I first get him out of his crib in he mornings or at naptime. He wraps his chubby little tan arms around my neck and buries his head into my shoulder. Sometimes I'll just stand there for a few minutes and we'll cuddle.

I look at the pictures of him as the world's scrawniest newborn, the baby who took almost an entire month just to get back to his birth weight. He is such a different little person now. Well, except for his hair. He still has exactly the same amount he was born with. I'm getting him Rogaine for his birthday:-)