Arthur, today you are one.

I never did anything like this with the other two boys, but I feel the need to write it down this time.

It's getting harder and harder for me to remember those little details.


I wish there was an instagram for smells. You smell so good. That baby powder, baby sweat and banana smell is something I want to bottle and remember. I want to be able to take that smell out when I'm feeling sad, or when I am mad at you for lipping me off.

You are just starting to walk. I forgot how hilarious it is to watch a baby try to find their footing, only to collapse on to their bum, OVER AND OVER AND OVER. When Tata sees you fall, he says "boom" and it always makes you smile.

You are my smile 'ist' baby. You smile at everyone, and then bury your face in my neck from being shy. It's my favorite thing, and I love it.

You have curls! I always wanted one of my baby's to have curls, Kuba and Jasper both got your daddy's stick straight hair... but you, you got waves baby! ps- I'm never cutting it.

You are the third child. You are loud to get attention, and happy to play on your own.

You love your brothers. Like, LOVE YOUR BROTHERS. When we wake up, I always say "where are your big boys Arthur?"...and you immediately smile and start looking around. Usually the big boys hear me say this, and come running to give you kisses and hugs. They love you so much Artie.

We almost didn't have you. We were done after Jasper. There was this nagging voice that was in the back of my head that kept saying, "nope, you aren't done"...I couldn't keep ignoring it.

Arthur, you completed our family. You were the missing piece we didn't even know we were missing.

We love you Artie Fartie.

Love, Mama