Wells.Is.ONE!

Sweet baby boy Wells. When Mac and Paisley turned 1, I cried and grieved for their babyhood. Now that I've been through it, I know that you're still a little dumpling-- not yet a toddler. That kept me from hiding in the closet and sobbing like I did in 2006 and 2011.

You have found your survival personality, little boy. I know when you're angry, hungry, or just over it. You'll straighten your legs and let out an extended grunt. But then I give a tickle, and those dimples quickly appear.

Words: Dada is definitely your favorite word. The stairs have caught your attention, and you think it's hilarious to crawl to them, turn to look at me, and say, "No no no no no..." in a cute voice, except you're totally making a joke of my discipline. Not cool, little buddy.
Here's a face you make all the time. It's so cute and I finally captured it. As you wrinkle that button nose, there's this nasal-filled, monotone hum that comes out.

My obsession (besides your chunky legs and tickling you) is bonnets. A boy bonnet, yes sir. It's classic, traditional, and southern. You're a doll in anything, but you'll wear a bonnet until Dad absolutely cuts them off, which I'm confident is sooner rather than later.

 

We have discovered you love cheese, just like Paisley. Grilled cheese has become a staple at the high chair. Other favorites are applesauce, bananas, almond milk, chicken, egg yolk (the whites bother your tummy), and anything sweet.

The big birthday party was in Murfreesboro so our family and family friends could celebrate with us. We made a weekend of it with the Allen family Thanksgiving, and it was very fun. You are oh so loved and celebrated, baby W. 

We went to The Pfunky Griddle where everyone indulged on pancakes and individual toppings.

You crashed at the end of the party so cake was with cousins the next day. All cousins tasted and enjoyed the baked goodness.

We love you SO SO very much, little guy. Thank you for a fabulous FIRST year, and you are the perfect addition to our family. Dad, me, LS, Mac, and Paisley adore you to pieces.

-mom