He came into this world quiet and observant, looking around the room-- waiting on his cue to cry--
and over the past year, he has stayed on this curve.
Easy, simple and attentive.
He has a hot temper when things don't go his way, just like his mommy...
but mostly he is quiet and inquisitive, more like his daddy.
He is my serious boy, but if you know where to look, he has a major tickle bug too.
He loves his mommy bunches...
He is a big fan of his daddy...
But he adores his big brother... and we are pretty sure that he thinks they are the same age!
He loves to eat.
He loves his baths.
He loves to be outside.
And when he is tired... he loves his binky, snuggy, fan, and to be left alone.
I asked Maddox the other day if he even remembered life before we had Beckham, and he thought for a minute and said yes, he thought so.
Then he paused again and said that he liked it best with him here.
And I agree.
I knew from the minute we locked eyes, that we were soul mates and I can't explain how you can love another child as deep as endlessly as you do the first...
but you do.
Happy birthday Beckham Harold.
It is time to open presents!
(he was too spent after the party yesterday... so we saved them for tonight!)
While we unwrap-- you can enjoy a few pics from the party!
Happy birthday, little one.
I love you so.