In a little less than an hour from right now(7:51) Miller will turn 1 year old. Which means I have officially been a parent for 1 year, and it does seem a little weird. People ask me if it has gone fast, and it really hasn't seemed to. It has gone normal speed. There are definitely parts that I am glad we are done with, or almost done with(the first 3 months, first cold, teething) but all in all, it hasn't been too bad. I think before the kid, the part that I was dreading the most was changing diapers, but that hasn't been that bad at all. Granted, that kid can create some stink, but nothing worse than I create on a daily basis. Don't get me wrong, I will be glad when he is potty trained.
Erin asked the other day if I was sad that he wasn't a tiny baby anymore. I said nope. Him being a tiny baby, the first 4 months, was actually my least favorite time. From about 6 months on things got progressively better, and the last month has easily been my favorite month of all. He is more mobile, he has a personality(translated-He is a little shit), he is talking more, and just in general acting more like a human than some sort of alien life form.
As far as the being a parent, I will count this first year as a good learning experience. When he was born I did some hard thinking as to what I expected out of myself in my first year of fatherhood. Since I had never been a parent, I didn't know what I was capable of, but I eventually nailed my responsibilities down to 3 things:
1. Keep the kid alive.
2. Coax a smile out him every now and then.
3. Avoid throwing spouse/Getting thrown by spouse, off of a bridge.
Not a long drawn out list, but one that I thought was manageable. The kid is still kicking, he seems like a genuinely happy baby, and both the wife and I have avoided going near any bridges in each others company. So I guess I will call it a success.
Happy Birthday Miller, and Good Job Mom.(Now that we are pros we might as well start on number 2!)