I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the concept of a year. How did I get from this:
To this:
Kimball is now running everywhere we go, saying, "bye bye," shutting himself into rooms and then knocking so I will come and get him, trying to hang out with the "big kids," and throwing away his own diapers (with lots of encouragement from mom and dad). He is the smartest kid I know. I am so proud of all he does.
We got him some blocks for his birthday, and he loves to knock them down and mess them up.
I really enjoy this kid. I can't imagine life without this little family that I have. So, happy birthday Kimball! I love you more than I can say!