Happy Birthday Ben!
Benjamin Arthur McDonald, it’s your 1st birthday, what are you going to do today? “I’m going to make you [Dad] a present in my diaper, throw my apple sauce on the ground and then head off to the doctor to get some steroids for my Crupe! I might also have to attend Mom’s funeral, if she dies from exhaustion or fright.”
Ben came a bit early last year, just hours before the Superbowl. In many respects this last year has seemed like 10 years with all of the scary chest infections but on the other hand, it seems like yesterday that we took him home and began the all-night feeding and crabbing sessions.
He’s not quite walking yet though he does transfer from the various pieces of furniture that he can reach so I imagine we’re a couple of weeks away from full bi-pedal autonomy. He’s got 5 teeth (two on the top and three on the bottom) which he uses to saw on waffles, chicken, steak, you name it. He’s still taking several bottles of formula per day and getting him off it (especially at night) is proving to be much more difficult than it was when we cut Abigail off. We still get up ~5 nights per week to stuff him with a few ounces when he wakes up screaming, as if he hadn’t eaten in a month. I believe this concludes my 1st year note for the little round one.
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