That’s hard to write. In less than a month, our (quite possibly last) baby will be a year old. It’s making me all kinds of emotional.

Ervin is standing on his own now, cruising all over the furniture, and (much to my chagrin) taking one or two steps here and there.

He’s the cuddliest, huggiest, snuggliest, wrap-his-little-body-around-you-ist baby of the four.

He eats more food in one sitting than any of the four.

These pictures are quite a bit different than months 1-10, because gosh darn it, it’s hard to take a picture of this kid! The poor horse was yanked onto the floor every time I put it next to the unwilling model, and I didn’t even bother with the sign this time. I also didn’t try too hard with the background.

You take what you can get, right?

Especially when what you get is a cute little booty.

And, as always, a look back on the last 10 months. Excuse me while I get this dust out of my eyes.