a year with berlin

Kids become adults so quickly. I was warned before he was even born that it would go fast. And now he's already a year. I remember being pregnant like it was yesterday. I'm no photographer, and this isn't a photography project, per se. I just want to be able to watch him change in slow motion for years after he's grown.

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He discovered that if he whipped the jump rope toward the fridge, the papers on the fridge fell off. He laughed hysterically every time.

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We mailed Bridian a package. But there were some parts Berlin didn't want to actually send to Bridian.

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He tripped over someone's foot and fell into a corner of the podium at church. It seems we're racking up a lot of "being a boy" wounds awfully early.

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We went to visit Jada's grave today. He was mostly fascinated by the pinwheels that were nearby, but he did love her bird.

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The Windup. Check out that calf!

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If Kiersten was on a bucket, he should be too!

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It was finally sunny for long enough to run to the park. Cue the Hallelujah chorus.

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He wanted to go for a bike ride, but one of the tires on the trailer met a long thorn, and we need to replace a tube. Berlin didn't seem to mind, though. He sat buckled into the bike trailer, inside the house, for at least 30 minutes, just reading his book. I guess motion is overrated.

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He played in the dirt. And then he tasted some. Jeremy calls it being a boy. I'm okay with that.

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I said, "he has to be buckled." So Jeremy buckled him in.

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Man, he's cute when he sleeps. And not just because he's not moving.

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"Mom. Stop." I feel like this expression might stick around for awhile.

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I texted Jeremy this picture with the caption, "We're in trouble." He responded, "Awesome. Get those knives!" I said, "And he's so proud of himself," and Jeremy said, "He should be!" Moms and Dads are so different.

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We're trying to get him to (want to) use silverware. As you can see, it's going splendidly.

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Swinging is time for serious thinking. Or serious terror. I'm still not sure.

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He found the shoes that don't fit him yet. He wasn't bothered; he tried them on anyway.

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When he said that he wanted a cookie, I fully expected it to be destroyed within seconds, on the floor, with none of it ingested. Instead, he inhaled it, and then asked for more. But it was a cookie. Why was I surprised?