One year and one day

Here's the little man all grown up. A couple nights ago I was getting him ready for bed. We usually read a story in the rocking chair and then I sing him a song and put him in his crib. I finished reading him his story and I started singing and he reached his arms for the crib and goes "ehhh". So I put him in his bed and he laid down. I guess he is now too big for bedtime songs too, or my voice is really as bad as I have always suspected it is.

I love that he is growing up and he can kind of understand things. But I feel like now comes the hard part. For the first year, it is all about physical growth and accomplishments, for the most part. There's not a whole lot you have to do to teach him how to sit up, stand up, crawl, walk, they figure a lot of that out themselves and from watching others. Now comes the part where you teach him right and wrong and manners and how to be a good person. How do you even teach someone that stuff? Especially a toddler whose vocabulary consists of "uh-oh" and 5 or 6 ASL signs. It's a big step for him reaching 1 but I think it's not really going to get easier. It kind of freaks me out a bit. Then I think that I am in the same place I was one year ago, wondering what in the world to do with this little baby. We figured out how to get him this far so I guess we just do the same thing we've been doing for the last year; make it up as we go.