Happy Birthday, Baby Tricycle! Here’s a look at our first year together, by the numbers.

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335:  Nights I survived without a consecutive five hours of sleep. I am feeling no nostalgia over the loss of my 2:00 a.m. visits with the Trikester, and I couldn’t be more grateful that he’s finally sleeping through the night.

11: Months I was able to exclusively breastfeed. It’s like I quit a marathon with only a few miles to go, but it just stopped working for us, so I packed up the pump and we switched to formula in the homestretch.  Surprisingly, it was a guilt-free decision.

0: Teeth the Trikester currently possesses.  For a long time we blamed every bad mood on teething. Now that we’ve made it 12 months with no teeth, I’m starting to wonder if they’ll ever show up.

18: Pounds the Trikester weighs. He’s a skinny kid, and he’s never going to be plump, pudgy or porky. It’s a good month if he can keep it above the 5th percentile on the growth chart. We’ve made a few visits to the pediatric G.I.’s office because of his weight issues, but that’s a story for another blog post.

8: Pounds of “baby weight” I’m still carrying around. I’d really like it to just go away before we have another, but its tenacity is impressive.

6: Months we delayed vaccinations. Although I would have never made the same decision to do this on my own, I don’t regret compromising with my husband.

4,572: Photos I collected on my iPhone in the Trikester’s first year of life. Now that the kid doesn’t sit still for more than 3 seconds, I’ve slowed down, but we sure do like to document every aspect of his babyhood.

6:30 a.m. and 6:30 p.m.: My two favorite times of the day are exactly twelve hours apart. I love my early morning snuggles with the Trikester; my chores are all done, and I get to drink my cup of coffee while he works on a bottle, sweetly cuddled up together in the recliner. In the evening, the Trikester finishes his evening bottle post-bath and I give his chubby little legs and feet a message. It’s a soothing, quiet time for the both of us.

30: Guests we’ve invited to his first birthday party. Early on I swore we’d just eat cake and pizza and celebrate in the smallest way possible. We’re still eating cake and pizza, but now we’re doing it with a whole posse of friends and family.

I can count up a lot of things, but it’s impossible to quantify how much I love this boy. Happy Birthday, Baby!