I have officially been the worst mother for over a year! I can't decide if this is worthy of a plaque or a trophy...
It's true, Weston is ONE!!!! I dont' know how this happened. I refuse to acknowledge that he is getting older. So I am going to force him into his newborn clothes for at least a month until the truth sinks in. (it's by doing things like this that I become the worst mother of the year. Not that I'm trying to give away my secrets...)
In reality, Weston can't even squeeze into 18 month old clothing. It must be all that protein powder we've been feeding him. (crappy mommy secret #26)
On the morning of his birthday, he woke up and asked for the keys to the car. Next week he'll probably be bringing some girl home, and we all know there's not much time left until he's having kids of his own. Sniff. My little baby, all grown up!