"Not flesh of my flesh"

Not flesh of my flesh

Nor bone of my bone,

But still miraculously my own.

Never forget for a single minute,

You didn't grow under my heart,

But in it.

 Author: Fleur Conkling Heyliger

I stand on my own. 

I clap my hands. 

I can use my sign language to say "All done". 

I try to climb over baby gates, chairs etc. 

I point at everything.

The clock is still my best friend. 

Next month, Thatcher turns 1.  A whole year with our little man.  Really? 

We hope to snap some nice family photos of the three of us on his birthday.

On birthday #1 we are both taking the day off, spending quality time just the three of us!