Today, Alex turned one. It's hard to believe that my baby boy is now one. One year ago, he was born early, had tubes connected to him for eight months, and had several issues but a year later, he's as healthy and cute as can be. I texted Troian asking her if she wanted to bring Oakley over.

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After I texted Troian, I went into Alex's nursery, where he was standing up in his crib. "Happy first birthday baby!" I picked him up, laying him on the changing table to get him dressed. I put him in a white shirt with blue pants and some socks. I picked him back up and laid him in the floor on a blanket, taking a picture of him playing with a rattle to post on Instagram and captioned it: ❣️💚🐻

I then picked him up and carried him downstairs. I laid him in his swing and put on Mickey-Mouse. I sat on the couch waiting for Troian and Oakley to get here. About 20 minutes later, the front door opened, and Troian came walking in with a happy Oakley in her arms. "Oh my lord, this baby is huge." "Come here cutie pie." I took Oakley from Troian while she went into the living room and took Alex out of his swing. "Happy first birthday, Alex. Auntie T loves you!" Troian walked over to the couch and sat down beside me. "So, I see Oakley's now nine months old?" "Yep. And my lord, she's getting bigger by the second. Three more months and she'll be one. What's it like having a one year old?" "Well, it's only my first day but so far, he's been great." "That's good." "So, when do you and Keegan plan on getting married?" "When Oakley turns one." "Ahhh. Soon, then." "Yeah. Soon." "You gonna stay for dinner?" "Nah. I think me and Oakley should actually head out. Keegan's at home waiting." "Yeah, of course. I'll see you later." We switched babies and I walked Troian to the front door. "Bye love." "Bye." When she got to her car, I shut the front door and went back to the living room. I grabbed Alex's boppie and propped him up on it, giving him a bottle. When he was finished eating, I quietly carried him upstairs and put him in his crib for a nap. "Nap time, baby boy. Happy first birthday. I love you." I shut off the light and quickly shut the nursery door. I ran down the stairs, plopping onto the couch, wrapping up in a blanket. Man, how weird it felt to be the mother of a one year old. Soon, I'd be sending him off to pre-school, then middle school and high school. He's definitely gonna be a trouble maker. But he'll be my little trouble maker. He'll be momma's little boy, forever.

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