The monster is one! It really is hard to believe. I spent much of the day before crying, saying he was going to grow up and hate me, how he won't like me when he's a teenager, how everything was terrible. Clearly, in the last year, my hormones haven't balanced.
As for how he's doing - he's great. Right now he's sleeping horribly and still refusing most solids, but in the daylight hours, he's a happy, active baby. He's recently worked out how to use his building blocks and loves toy cars and stuffed toys. He's also a fan of pillows.
He pretty much never crawls anymore and has a pretty decent vocabulary, spread over two languages. He's growing up too damn fast.
I could write endlessly about him, but I'll have to save it for another day because we're travelling soon and his first international flight promises to be an experience (which I'm sure will be worthy of its own post - especially because I'm eager to find out what works to keep a one year old calm on a 9 HOUR! flight and will definitely want to share my findings). So, I'm off to finish packing and running around and losing my mind.