Jonah is now a year old. It is pretty amazing and perhaps a good excuse as to why I haven't posted in 2 months! He and Eli are keeping me pretty busy these days. I remember this weekend last year. On Saturday morning we went to the pancake breakfast at the fire station and rode the fire truck with Eli. (Yes I rode on the back of the fire truck on top of all the curled up hoses on my due date) I was so determined to go into labor that I walked 3 miles with my sister in law that afternoon and cleaned the house. I should have napped! As we drove home from the park where we walked, the car broke down and it is then that I started contractions. 2 hours later we were on the ferry to Seattle and thus began the adventure that was Jonah's birth. I threw up 6 times (once in the car and had Josh pull over so I could throw away the plastic bag full of barf at the bus stop trash can on John and Broadway). Many more details I will spare you, but now a year later it is hard to imagine our little family without him. He is sweet and content and curious. He is learning to contend with his bigger brother and hold his own. He is not quite walking on his own but working at it every day and enjoying the challenge. I'd say his favorite food is yogurt and he loves music. I'm learning so much about what it means to be a child and a parent and to die to yourself. Eli calls him "Jonie boy" and I call him "sweet love" cause that is what he is. Happy Birthday Jonah.
