Yesterday was your first birthday. I still can’t believe it. I think we are making more of a big deal about it than you are, but I’m sure that will change in a few years. We had pizza for dinner (one of yours and Spoon’s favorites), followed by cake and singing. You always like singing, but you weren’t so sure about the cake. I’ve spent the last few weeks telling you to stay away from fire, and here I put a burning candle on the table! At first you were a little scared, then delighted, and mostly just confused. You were pretty tired by that point, so we decided to save your gifts until this morning. Your favorite gifts were the big dump truck your grandma sent you, and the mountains of blocks you got from Spoon. You spent all day playing with them, happy as can be.
You aren’t walking yet, though you are trying very hard. You have a few words that you say over and over, but most of them you have only said once. I’m fairly certain that one of these days, you will let loose a soliloquy to stun Shakespeare, but in the meantime, it’s all about “Dada”, “Mama”, “Day-Day” (your name for Audrey), “dog”, “cat” and “that”. You have recently added “done” to your list, though I’m pretty sure you think it means “leave that alone” and not actually “I’m finished”. This is entirely my fault, I’m certain, and likely related to the fireplace.
You adore your sister, and you love to call your dad on the phone. Books are great, but you prefer songs, and anything related to music. You get so excited when we play music on the guitar, piano, or Audrey’s violin, and you love to bang on the “kid guitar” — an old black yardsale monstrosity from my college days with perpetually broken strings. You love your Corduroy bear who sleeps with you every night, and you have just recently taken to sucking your thumb. You hate riding in the car; you prefer to be at home, plopped in the center of a pile of toys in the living room. You still have hardly any teeth: just two on the bottom, and you are starting to get four more on top. It doesn’t slow you down, though. You will eat anything you can get your hands on, and you are especially fond of tortilla chips. You love gathering eggs from the chicken coop and “helping” with laundry.
You have been spending nights (mostly) in your crib for about a month now, though you still insist on napping on my chest. Sometimes it makes me crazy that I can’t get anything completed while you nap, but to be honest, I probably need a little forced downtime. And I’m always curious where you go while you’re dreaming.
Overall, you are a joy. You are generally happy, and pretty easygoing, which I especially appreciate on those days when our schedule is crazy and I find myself dragging you all over town with me: car to baby carrier to car again for hours. For the most part, you are completely okay with it, for which I am both grateful and amazed. I am so glad that you joined our family. You really are a lightbringer in my life.
I love you, Littlest.