One Year On and Counting...

Christmas is here again, and Oscar has just celebrated his first birthday with the obligatory presents, cards, balloons and a large slab of chocolate cake. My little boy is growing up fast, which leaves me feeling excited for the fun we will have next year, but just a little bit sad that my baby isn't going to be a baby much longer. We're slowly weaning him from breastmilk to cow's milk from a beaker, which I also have mixed feelings about. Cuddling up with Oscar while he has his milk before bed is my favourite time of day - we have a cosy bolthole in the corner of his room where we listen to music and escape from the world for half an hour - and both often end up drifting in and out of sleep. But Oscar's second year should see a change in the routine: bedtime stories, milk in a cup and letting Daddy share the bolthole now and then.
Instead of sleeping through Christmas dinner under a napkin as he did last year, I expect Oscar will share our festive food and hold court over the table from his highchair. Let's hope the crackers aren't too scary.