January 16, 2014 by Heather
As I type this, you are wiggling/thrashing about on the couch behind me. Your little feet keep jabbing into my bottom and I occasionally get a nice WHOP to the back of the head with either a fist or a sippy cup. It’s just about your bedtime. (VICTORRRRYYYY) Boy, did we play hard today. It was actually warm enough for us to go outside and run around in the backyard for a little bit this afternoon. You’ve been a little fussy the past few days. Some pretty big teeth are pushing their way through your gums and I’d imagine it doesn’t feel too good. You are needy for your mama when you don’t feel good. I like it, even if it does wear on me after a while.
You are SUCH a handful at this stage. More than a handful, actually. I mean it in a good way, but dang kid. You definitely keep us on our toes and constantly chasing after you.
Favorite things right now: climbing on everything, painting, animals, playing outside, anything farm or ocean related, chips, apple slices, green beans (atta boy), guacamole, giving kisses, Facetime with Aunt Hannah, having corn starch sprinkled on your boy parts (oh for goodness sake), hanging out with Dad, taking baths, wearing things on your wrists, chasing the cat around.
I was going to list all the words you recognize and/or say, but there are almost too many to type out here! Let’s just say your vocabulary is expanding every day. I’m always so impressed by how quickly you pick up new things. Just a few minutes ago I was rubbing lotion on you after your bath and I showed you where your knees were (fun fact: you love having your feet rubbed), and you caught on right away.
You are the sweetest boy, Parky. I mean it. You are always walking around with an armful of stuffed animals, just showering them with hugs and kisses. We saw some birds flying outside today and you blew them all kisses. You give me and Daddy kisses all the time. I love it. On the flipside, you have been blessed with your mother’s temper. If a toy isn’t doing what you want it to, you throw it across the room. Done with your food or milk? Throw it off the high chair. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Walk around crying for at least 45 minutes. I’m telling you… you may look like your father and (luckily) have his smarts, but booooooy, you have yo mama’s rage 🙂 It will only get more fun, I’m sure.
Son, I’d like to take a minute to let you know that you are presently sticking your hand down the back of mommy’s sweatpants and laughing. I’ma get you.
Let’s look at some pictures of you. You are growing like a weed. A very, very cute weed.
You are such a blessing, Parker. As I was rubbing lotion on your feet tonight I said what I always say: “These beautiful feet are gonna go big places!” You laughed and I asked if I could come with you. “K.”
I love you so much my sweet boy. Thank you for making each day an adventure.