I've been a mom for seven years, and with every birthday, I'm always surprised I kept children alive that long. (You can send me my Mother of the Year plaque whenever you want...)
First year of Matthew's life was the longest year of my own. I was raising him alone for six months while his dad was off with the Army, and I've never felt exhaustion like that in my life. First year of Matthew's life did not fly by -- I felt every second of every minute of every day.
Charlie, though -- I blinked and now he's turning one on the 24th. One whole year old. Not sure why this time around was different. Maybe it's because I have two kids now and I have to divvy up my attention between them, my husband, and the dog. Maybe it's because I don't feel alone like I did when I had Matthew. Maybe it's because my brain can't handle it, so it shuts down periodically so as to not overwhelm me.
What I do know is, I planned this session to the T -- location, time of day, colors, clothes, props, everything. What I didn't plan for was my son -- who will take a tuna fish sandwich out of my mouth so he can eat it -- not eating the cake.