Earlier today I looked up Archie’s birth story. I had forgotten the exact hour and minute Archie made his way into the world. I know these numbers well for Xavi. But Archie? I just had a round number. It was late afternoon, just in time for happy hour drinks.

It’s not that I love him less, but the time goes so fast and my busy brain is slow to catch up.

One moment he was snuggled against me with his little red nose rooting for the breast and now he wriggles away in a flash.

At one Archie is such a joy. He alternates his crawls between an all fours crawl and a silly crawl where he drags one leg behind him. He cruises on anything and everything. He’s not yet walking but is getting braver with unassisted standing.

He bites harder than one would expect with 3.25 teeth. He is a fan of most foods we’ve introduced except egg. This makes breakfast interesting. He’s still having a mix of breast milk and formula. (I quit the pump before he was 10 months old.)

He adores Xavi and anything Xavi is playing with. He loves the swings and exploring his new neighborhood in our arms or the stroller. He claps along when I sing “if you’re happy and you know it.” He gives little high fives and hides behind blankets for peekaboo. Sean says his first word is “dada” but I think it’s “haaaaaii.”

I thought the first year sped by with Xavi, but it’s gone even faster with Archie. Siblings, always in competition.

Happy birthday, Archie!