13 months today.

No milestone picture. No setting him up “just right” for the perfect snap.

He’s 13 months and we’re just blowing through the day like no big deal.

Our milestone blanket only went up to 12 months and, to be honest, I’m pretty darn happy about it. I’m super happy to have those 12 pictures from the past year to remember each of those months.

And, DON’T be mistaken, pictures will still be taken.

But not pictures where I’m requiring him to sit still for longer than 2 seconds. Because how do I even do that? He’s the wiggliest, squirmiest boy I’ve ever met. And he stops for no one or nothing.

I often turn to Ankur and say, “Do you think he’s so active because I had Diet Coke during my pregnancy?”

To which he responds – every time – with, “No, I think it’s because he’s a baby boy. And this is what they do.”

I remember during one of my ultrasounds, the technician said, “Wow, are you ready to chase after this little guy? He’s a mover!”

I laughed. Wondering how the heck she could possibly know that.

And boy was she right.

He wants to move move move all day long.

Speaking of which, he’s screaming, “baahar baahar” and is demanding we go outside. So, I’m out.

Happy weekend to all!