11 months and counting

It's baby boy's 11 month birthday today. Isn't it great being him, he gets birthday celebrations every month. And today he got real excited when we sang to him, he generally loves music and dances, or rather bounces, whenever he hears a beat. Attempting to write about how much I love this baby boy would be silly. It's just too intense. A mother reading this understands exactly what I mean. That feeling, that no words can do justice to, that's my love for baby boy. He's such a joy to be around. And thanks to him I've managed to keep in shape without having to join a gym. He's super busy, mischievous at times, talkative like his parents, laughs easily, stubborn as heck, a charmer with a winning smile. One word that describes his little personality is colourful -(Americans read colorful). Talking about the USA, we've been in planning mode. Trying to put together ideas for the coming move. The first time I moved to the States I really didn't know what to expect. And the only person I knew there was Robdawg. But now it's completely different. The main difference being that my reference point has expanded beyond American sitcoms...and I'm married...and there's a baby. And there's things I'm looking forward to like Californian rolls, cheap WiFi, Little Ceasers $5 pizza, Ginger Ale, thrift stores...with that list it's fair to conclude that I do like a bargain! Robdawg has a list too, his looks something like this: Broncos! Payton Manning! Broncos! Payton Manning! Go Broncos! Payton freaken Manning!!! Three exclamations and all. Baby boy doesn't have a list, as long as there's mommy and daddy, his world is alright. And now while he sleeps we're gonna keep the party going - party of two - with some cake and milk. Living on the edge.