Last week, Bunlet turned ONE YEAR OLD. It is very hard to accept this, for reasons that I cannot articulate. Something to do with how instantly it’s happened. And how poignant and tragic it feels to imagine him not being a baby any more. And with the way that his shining little self, the amazing person he is right now, makes me not want him to change, and renders me unable to see him changing right under my nose. He’s so beautiful and perfect.
The usual stuff parents go through, I think…
We got him a play kitchen, because he really enjoyed playing with his cousin’s kitchen when we were in New Mexico. He liked his very much.
So did his sister.
I baked him the world’s ugliest blueberry pie.
He refused to eat it. Naturally.
He used to be so little…
and now he is so big!
And so capable of escaping from my snorgles! As is his duty as an independent person. However hard it is for me to let him go.