July 26, 2016 by Heather
It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since I heard your first little screeching cries ring out in that freezing cold operating room. I remember the nurse brought you around next to my face and said, “Quick peek!” And I saw you and just started sobbing. Everyone freaked out, thinking something was wrong, and the other nurses rushed over and asked if I was hurting. “I’m just so happy,” I said, bawling my eyes out. I’ve felt that way ever since.
At one year old, your favorite things to do are: eat bananas, chase the cat, speed-crawl down the hall, play with Parker, take a bath, drink a bottle (loving whole milk!), play with the toy vacuum and stare at the real one, and stick your fingers up my nose.
You are a growing boy!! Long and lean, just like your brother was. Except you are quite a bit longer — at your 12 month check up you were in the 73rd percentile in height, which probably doesn’t mean much, but it’s still a fun fact. You also like to keep your little hands balled up in fists most of the time, especially when you are relaxed or drinking a bottle. I usually just hold your tiny fist inside my hand while feeding you (because you won’t hold the bottle yourself, come on son).
You sleep very well, still taking two naps a day and clocking 13-14 hours a night. You sleep with two blankets and two bunnies, and I’m about to start giving you a second pacifier to keep in there with you because you think it’s hilarious to throw yours across the room and just sit there and laugh instead of falling asleep.
You aren’t walking yet (people keep asking), but you are doing a great job pulling up and side-shuffling around the coffee table to get to what you want (Parker’s toys/food). Speaking of Parker, you are totally obsessed with your big brother. You always want to be where he is, doing whatever he’s doing. And he is so caring and protective of you, it makes my heart want to explode watching the two of you together. He is very proud to be your big brother, and you think he is just the coolest thing ever.
We had a family birthday party for you here at home the night before your big day. Even though things were a little cramped we had a good time celebrating you! We had tacos, guacamole, strawberry cake, and cake balls. You didn’t eat very much of your cake, but you did love the frosting.
Since turning one makes you *technically* not a baby anymore, I think I can now safely say that you were (and continue to be) the easiest, happiest, most carefree baby I have ever been around, let alone raise. I’m serious. Every time we’ve had to switch something or change up your routine, I tend to worry and over-analyze, and every time you just breeze right on through it with a smile on your face. I can count on one hand the fits you’ve thrown and the times I’ve gotten a little frustrated by how you were acting. You are so relaxed, so well-adapting, and you have such a sweet personality.
You are so very loved.
“i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)”
– e.e. cummings