Birthday Balloons

The punk had his first birthday last weekend. I never thought I'd be the type of mom to be emotional at the big life stages, but it was a bittersweet time for me. Having his birthday balloons by the Christmas tree brought me back to last year when he was 12 days old on Christmas, and we new parents were exhausted. I was still sore in several places (don't worry, I won't elaborate), and he and I were still working on getting the breastfeeding down to a science; I wasn't very good at feeding him in public so there was a lot of retreating to the back rooms while our family celebrated without us.

This year, his birthday was a very snowy day, just like on the day he was born. I remember that my parents had to turn around the first time they tried to make the 1-hour trek to the hospital to meet the little guy because the roads were too icy.

I think this Christmas will be a little less exhausting and a lot more fun. Maybe even as fun as playing with leftover birthday balloons with Uncle David...