A year ago, you came into our world with a bang. You had your own pre-determined schedule and you were sticking to it. Now, 365(ish) days later, not much has changed.
You actually started out as a pretty chill baby. I think you slept about 23 hours a day after you were discharged from your 9 day stay in the NICU. You fit into our family easily and you were adored by all; especially your brother and sister.
As you sped through the months, your easy-going nature continued. And then, everything changed... I don't know if it was when you learned to crawl, or if it was teething that sent you into an eternal angst-spiral, but ermahgerd child... simmer down!
If you want something, you WANT it. And telling you "no" leads to wailing and gnashing of your three teeth (that may or may not be the culprits of your 'tude). I guess what I'm saying is that you are one determined little dude. Even though some days it makes me tear my hair out, I do love watching you crawl at warp speed towards the open front door, that unfaltering smile on your face as you are single-minded in your quest for freedom. And no matter how close I am to that door, or how far away you are... still you make a break for it; one time even getting all the way out only to sit and munch on a leaf you found on our walkway before I caught up to you.
Speaking of eating strange stuff... once you learn to talk, I will be asking you what's up with that? Paper, markers, leaves, dog fur, candy wrappers, Polly Pocket heads, Lego, rocks... those are just some of the items I have fished out of your cute little kisser. It doesn't matter how thorough I am at scanning the floor for these tiny torture devices, you still seem to find them. Just stop eating them!
Having said all that, you are also one of the sweetest little snugglers a Mama could ever ask for. I don't think there's a better feeling in the world than picking you up and feeling you wiggle into your perfect cuddling position. I love how you light up when you see me, and even though it hurts my ears, your wailing as I walk away is a total ego-boost. And yes, I even love those open-mouthed, drool-fest kisses you give. And sometimes? I don't even wipe my cheek afterwards.
This year we had a grand birthday planned for you. People! Coming to our house! Food! Cake! Friends!(as you grow older, you'll get that this is a big deal, your Mama hates being a hostess). Then the ice hit the fan. Er, the ground. Everything was frozen over and people were stuck in their houses. By the day of your party, things were a bit better and some people managed to make it. Actually, it was perfect... right down to your face as we sang Happy Birthday to you and your expression when you had your first taste of cupcake.
Just like last year, your birthday was not boring. But let's not make this a thing, okay? It's hard on your Mama.
Happy Birthday my doodle. I love you so much and can't wait to see what this next year has in store for you!
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