Tribute to my little Baby Bub-Bub

This past year has had more tears, more laughter, more scares, more diapers and more no’s than I can remember in my lifetime.

That’s because a year ago last Thursday my baby boy PJ was born.

I remember walking around the town of Glasgow waiting for him to drop lower, only to find out that our baby boy had tied his knot into a true knot and was unable to drop. He was a very active fetus.

An Australian friend of mine used to always tell me, “Peezy, you’re like a fart in a bottle!”

Which I guess in layman’s terms means, I’m always in a hurry.

Looking at my precious baby boy, I know what that looks like from a third person perspective.

Growing up I’ve watched a few babies and what I noticed for the most part was that they were docile and loved to be held.

After having my own son, I’ve noticed he does not like to sit still… For long.

I can be like, “Son, sit here with dad and watch the Blackhawks win the Stanley Cup.”

He responds with several attempts to hop out of my lap… (When he stays, it is the best feeling in the world).

Luckily he didn’t jinx the season; The Chicago Blackhawks are once again Stanley Cup Champions!

Our son is a clever little boy, who is an independent thinker that likes to push the limits of what he can do.

He likes his toys, but loves anything that isn’t a toy, especially vacuum cleaners…

In my inaugural year as a dad, I’ve learned really fast that my son isn’t like any other kid I have ever known. But I am more than okay with that.

He is the funniest, smartest, strongest, sometimes strangest little guy I have ever known.

I can’t wait to see what year two brings for PJ. He’s my baby bub-bub and he is the greatest thing that I have ever created. Happy Birthday Chosen One, Da-da loves you.