Diary for a one year old

A year, it does fly
In a blink of an eye
Much less to I cry
Now a year has gone by...

This time last year we were all still in hospital, unknowingly waiting for the deluge of snow that would make our homecoming lengthy, arduous but memorable. I thought I'd have a go at keeping a diary up again, but who knows if I'll stick to it, but now the dust from Dylan's birthday had settled a bit (though I have a mountain of old and new toys to sort through,) now is as good a time as any!

The past: well, the birth and last January are all pretty vague. I was obviously unconscious for the birth, and the rest of his birthday is a bit of a post anaesthetic haze. I remember holding him and being amazed at how small he was considering the size of my bump. I remember being back in delivery room 5, giving Alex and Dylan their presents and that's about it!

Our first few days in hospital, well. I remember lots of tears, no sleep, being unable to stand upright and a sense if desperation at trying to get Dylan to feed (not a problem we have these days!). I remember holding my 'littlest spoon' a lot, avoiding nappy changes and Alex reading to us to keep us sane.

Now: well, what can I say... My son is ACE. He's nearly walking, he can make three cup stacking cup towers and is obsessed with opening small containers. He's a loud, shouty and bright handful in the day, but sleeps twelve hours at night. And he's bloody gorgeous.

The future: I can think of but one word. Trouble. :-)