November 21, 2014
I can’t believe you are turning one already! Your first year has been a crazy and busy one, it flew by. You are such a happy, smiley baby. Everywhere we go people comment on how smiley you are. You are also fiercely determined—you wanted so badly to crawl, and then to walk—at 10 months you were taking your first determined little steps, and delighted in practicing your walking by holding someone’s hand and stomping through the house with glee. By 11 months you were walking on your own, and now nearly running. Since you were a tiny newborn it has seemed that all you wanted to do is participate; play with Max and Dad and run around doing whatever silly thing they were up to. You are very independent and very busy and oh my you like to climb. I am constantly grabbing things you have pulled out of the recycle bin, or found on the floor out of your little hands. You try to climb the couch, the stairs, the tv cabinet, your brother—anything you can, all while laughing with delight at your new skills. When you make up your mind to do something you are determined to do it and get frustrated when it doesn’t work, such as trying to squeeze through tiny spaces not big enough for you. Last night you insisted on walking around carrying a giant pillow in each hand and got very mad when you kept tipping over. We tried not to laugh at you but you were just so adorable.
I worried about you around six months, as you weren’t gaining weight fast enough and didn’t seem all that interested in eating. It wasn’t until you gained the skills a few months later to feed yourself that food became interesting and now you are a very enthusiastic eater, your favorites being any kind of meat and sweet potatoes, as long as you get to do it yourself.
You are always interested in what Max is doing, and don’t understand why he gets upset when you get in the middle of it and try and put whatever toy he was using in your mouth. He pushes you around sometimes (for which he is constantly getting in trouble) but mostly you are pretty tough and just roll with it.
You have a lot to say—often just yelling gibberish for the joy of hearing your own voice, but you also have a handful of words.
You call me Mom or momma, and after months of also calling Dad “momma” you now can say “Dad.” Max is “Mah”
You say “dog” and “go” and “walk” and “all done.” You are pretty good at mimicking most words (you love to copy Max especially) though you don’t necessarily know what you are saying.
You are mostly a pretty good sleeper- you wake up no more than once most nights, unless you are teething, though you have been refusing to nap fairly often lately, as if you think that now that you are walking you are too big for naps.
You always want to be with me or Dad, and even if you are playing happily, if I get up and leave the room you will follow me. Sometimes when your grandparents are visiting you cling tightly to me, since they often watch you if I am at work, you seem to think you’d better hold on in case I try and leave.
You are my sunny, happy, busy love—I am so incredibly blessed to be your Mom. I am delighted to watch you grow up and see the little boy you are becoming, and also a little sad that your delicious, snuggly baby days are quickly coming to an end.
I love you more than you will ever know—Happy Birthday my Marzy.