(I'm late, I know)
Well, we all know what comes after 11, huh?
How in the world am I about to have a to have a 12 month old ... a one year old?
Seems like just yesterday we were mailing out Team Preston shirts, I was sitting in yet another doctor's office waiting to hear if he could stay put just one more week, and we were all flooding the gates of Heaven with prayers that this little boy would be ok.
And ok, he is ...
Next up ... the big 1 year.
The party invites have been mailed, the theme is set (hint, hint: he's a handsome 'rookie of the year' dontcha think?), the cake ordered, and the decor made and bought. So physically I'm prepared, but mentally, well, not so much ...