Happy birthday, Hannes
Today's the day. Hannes's age is no longer measured in months or weeks, but years. Our son, our baby, won't be "6 months" anymore, he'll be "a year," "a little over a year," "almost a year and a half," "almost two years now."
A year ago, Jessica and I were sitting at the hospital cafeteria, looking at a tiny, yellowish boy sleeping in a bed beside us. I was trying to learn to change the diapers, to hold him right, and I loved carrying him around.
Right now, Jessica and I sit by our kitchen table. Hannes is sleeping in his bed in our room. He was exhausted by the party he threw for his Finnish relatives and friends. It must be tough being the focus of everyone's attention. So many ideas, so few words.
It has been a long year. We have been through a lot, as some of you know after sticking with the blog this long. You'll remember how I stayed at home last December, Hannes's first Xmas, how Jessica got depressed and started to feel better again, how Hannes got his Finnish citizenship - and Swedish passport, Hannes's first smile, first teeth, first flu, first trip to Sweden, to Grandpa's. And little sleep.
Mostly, it has been a wonderful, long year. The three of us have become a (excuse my poor Austin Powers impersonation here) "toight" family unit.
2003 will go down in history as the Year of Hannes. And no sleep.
