Skip to main content

Luca is ONE!

It would be very easy to idolize one. One is not the loneliest number in our house, but the cutest. One means (usually) you are sleeping great, eating well, and becoming a babbling brook of muse. Learning to walk, inquiring your surroundings, and innocently seeking understanding brings joy to anyone. We love one, but for that reason we are always given equally frustrating areas surrounding the second year of our babies' lives in order to keep us from placing that one on a pedestal. Isn't that kind of the case in every area of life? Our spouses need to disappoint us so that we don't deify them; our jobs always provide grounds for grievances; our pets poo; and our children always require discipline. In little Luca's case, one is happy, simple, and somewhat sublime. He still has the baby-proofing, exploratory woes that require their own form of discipline, but overall, he's a beautiful baby. Thus, his constant colds, and strategic sleeplessness curb that cuteness, especially at 3 am.
Luca Blair was born with a rare vascular abnormality (a birthmark) internally covering 90 percent of his airway, but on his first birthday we were given the green light to wean all meds in the next month. After that, we will schedule another scope because in twenty percent of people, the blood clot grows back. Regardless of the outcome, we are thankful that he has responded well to the medicinal route for recovery.
The last year has truly been the hardest fun we've ever had. As most parents know, the physical exhaustion with many littles is real, but the laughter, cuteness, and cuddles make everyone forget the hard. Only the fun remains. We can't imagine life without you Luca B. Happy first birthday boo, we all love you!


Turning one means decision time: plain cracker or Nutella cracker?

Early-riser means balloon show all to myself.

A sweet staple for Luca Blair- instead of a lovey or Paci, this boy loves his burp cloths! (4th child syndrome)

It's amazing that this shirt lasted through all four boys, and after two hours in it, Luca destroyed it. 

My boys liked the view from the vascular clinic!

Birthday boy is close to walking now!

Cake pops to celebrate a great doctors visit


You can start going to the range now too!

Our temporary rental is becoming part of the fam too!

We are our own party these days...


We tried and tried to coax him into a cupcake...

But he actually got angry about it. :D

Thanks to this sweet woman for helping us keep our marriage strong these last 6 years! Babysitting four littles isn't easy, especially when you have your own job and life! We love you!

And God provided another awesome gift for date nights! We love you too!

Celebrating Luca was sweet and simple, just like him.

Happy One
~One Buster

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Joy in Pain

There is pain in this world. It comes in different forms. Physical pain, emotional pain, frustrating pain, confused pain, displaced pain, short-lived pain, numbing pain, excruciating pain, sincere pain, unexpected pain. Yet, through it all, there is joy. How? Where? Why is there joy in a world filled with such pain? Is is true joy? Is it fabricated or medicated joy? Is it temporary joy or will it fade with the next whisper of pain? No. I have felt a joy that far outweighs my pain. It's a joy that doesn't make sense mixing with a pain that culminates in reality. It's a joy that couldn't be concocted by even the most elaborate of artists. As I've experienced some of the most intense physical pain during some of the most intense emotional pain, I have noticed and experienced some of the purest forms of joy and peace that cannot be watered down by logic. We lost our second child this week. At just seven weeks old, our precious baby gets to escape a world o...
3 comments
Read more

Confessions

I have had so many people thank me for my honesty on this blog lately. I haven't really thought about my level of truthfulness until those remarks of gratitude were given. I think I naturally wear my heart on my sleeve, and thanks to my upbringing, I often hear the term TMI, which just means I'm obviously not scared to express myself. However, I also believe that when you are going through something difficult, it's much easier to be raw and real in front of others, even complete strangers. Often times, it is these "real" moments that bridge the gap between hearts and allow us to live truth. I must confess, this marathon is really all over the place. It's like I hit mile 7, and I can't believe I'm only at mile 7! This past weekend, I felt covered in prayer, peace, and love. Matthew and I enjoyed a much needed date night, our little Levi enjoyed a quiet and restful weekend, and our big boy had a blast at our neighborhood Easter Egg Hunt.  I really ju...
6 comments
Read more