I know these are the 11 month pictures, but today is actually Corbin’s birthday!
At this time last year
, I was in shock, and Ant was barely able to make it to the hospital in time.
We aren’t having any cake or presents until this weekend, but today is the day.
Does anyone else feel really old on their kid’s birthdays?
The last month has been a whirlwind of ear splitting shrieks, clapping, silly bobble head dancing,
chasing (on both sides), and him mocking every laugh, cough, sneeze, etc. in ear shot.
He’s a ridiculous flirt with his head cocked sideways and a giant dimpled grin.
He’s a ham for the camera. Heck, he’s a ham in general and seems to know that he’s cute.
He gets super dramatic when he’s tired, whipping his head back and throwing himself to the ground.
He’s got an insatiable appettie and enjoys yelling “AH DUN” (all done) whenever he finishes a meal or bottle.
I’ve lost track of the number of times he’s been injured by his sister,
and the bruises he has gathered on his forehead from every surface imaginable.
He’s definitely already a smart-aleck little handful.
But even when he’s getting into that thing he shouldn’t be touching
(for the 400th time today), I wouldn’t trade him. He just too darn cute.
Happy Birthday Bubba!