West turned one.

He had his one year well check in the morning of his birthday with his new pediatrician Dr. Parkerson (we love her). 19 pounds, 29 inches, and a head that is officially off the charts (we get a lot of jokes about brain size). Unfortunately, with well checks come vaccinations. West looked at me with horror (I always hate that...), screamed bloody murder, and then was quickly calmed with some cuddles and shushing. 

He was sad the rest of the day, and barely napped - which resulted in having some seriously dark circles and subdued moods for his birthday party, but he handled it like he normally does - powered through without much fuss, and was polite to all of his guests despite looking pretty horrid. He definitely slept in the next morning. 

West is sweet, and mellow, and easily soothed. He's happy, pretty even tempered and I just know I'm really going to enjoy his company so much as he gets older. In the meantime, he's sleeping well (I have no rememberance of him not sleeping through the night - once he started, he never stopped), napping well, and eating well. He's an easy baby.

They say the days are long and the years are short. I still vividly remember the day of his birth (ouchie), and this year has been the hardest as a mama, but I'd do it all over again for this little boy.

(Quinn really thought that it was his birthday again all day, so we sort of just went with that. Also, turns out West loves cake.)