** a portrait of my son once a week, every week, for a year **
You are one!
We celebrated with Grandpa and Grandma Kornexl with cake and presents, and then again a week later with Grandma and Grandpa Davis. You.are.loved.
You are officially a walker, and your poor face and knees will never be the same. I suspect you are getting your molars soon, but no sight of them yet. You love to play the piano, you sit and bang up and down the keyboard, making as much noise as you can.