Then, he stopped sleeping, which also didn’t slow down his girth rate.
He showed us his super coordination at 15 weeks.
Then we had a date night, where he did not do so well.
Then, Fuzz auditioned for the Russian Ballet.
He got sick some more, and continued to avoid sleeping.
We took a visit to Trader Joe’s where some crazy people talked to us.
Then, Fuzz started doing his own weird baby stuff, too.
Fuzz’s brother Shnook started to throw things at him.
Then, Fuzz started crawling!
And Mommy fell in love with Robert Pattinson.
Then Fuzz got a horrible diaper rash…and a tooth!
We flew to New York, drove to Vermont, played outside, and continued to nurse a whole lot, which brings us to today. Fuzzball’s first birthday. Happy Birthday little man. I hope you’ll let me call you Fuzz for the rest of your life. I love you, xxxooo.