You're one year old! I can hardly believe it. This year has gone by so fast! As I look back at your pictures I took every week, it seems crazy that you have gone to 7 little pounds barely as long as Stella to a climbing, vivacious toddler. Toddler? Where did my baby go?
You have an opinion and you want to explore so much. I love to watch your little mind figure things out. You love to open and close doors and cabinets. Take things out of drawers and put them back in (sometimes). Mostly you just take everything out! You will rarely sit still to read a book, you would rather be off exploring and playing. You give the best hugs (you rest your head right on Daddy's shoulder) and you have the most infectious laugh. I love to tickle your chest and neck because you have a laugh that just makes me smile. It doesn't matter what kind of day I'm having, that makes it better.
I'm excited for this year and listen to your language develop. Right now, you use a lot of grunting, moaning and throwing to express your desires. You love to play with your blocks and knock them down when I stack them up. You are a bubbly happy guy at home, but sometimes when we take you to a friends house, it takes you a bit to warm up. You sit back and observe the situation for a bit. You are shy at first, but then you warm up and you are your usual self.
We've gotten to have a little home vacation right around your birthday this year. You went to daycare on your birthday, but then we had two snow days and no work for mommy or daddy! Such a difference from last year when it was 65 degrees the day we brought you home from the hospital.
You have 6 teeth still and after your fussiness at Christmas, I thought those molars would have popped through, but not yet! I don't know how big you are because the snow storm closed everything down- including the doctor's office. We have to wait a few more weeks for your appointment.
You had your first (cup)cake on your birthday and you loved it! I hope you enjoy your cake this weekend at your birthday party. We are having a Rockstar party for you and I know you won't remember it, but it is also a party for your Daddy and me. We survived the first year!
Raising a baby is hard work. You were worth every tear, but I won't lie, there were lots of tears. Tears of fear that we weren't doing a good job, tears of joy when you walked and smiled and laughed for the first time. There were tears when I was worried cause you were sick. I hate to admit it, but sometimes there were tears of anger cause you wouldn't sleep or because being a mom is a demanding job. It was a transition to go from just Mommy and Daddy to the caretakers, foodmaker, butt-wipers, comforters, worriers and all-around make-sure-you-are-safe-and-happy-people. It's hard work.
We love you to the moon and back, Bubba. I'm so excited to see what your second year has in store for us!
Love, Mama



