To My Baby Boy,
On the 7th you turned a year and a half and I just can’t believe it. I feel like this is harder for me to accept than when you turned a year. Maybe it is because you are showing quite the personality now, or my 3rd trimester pregnancy hormones, or because every Mama feels this way about one of their babies growing up…But I think you are amazing.
You are a little boy who is full of energy. You go to bed pretty early and wake up pretty early but are sleeping through the night. We are bouncing back and forth between one and two naps a day, I guess eventually your little body will make the transition. Right now you like to play the “knock knock” game when we come to get you from your crib (which you are still perfectly content sleeping in). When we hear you are awake we will knock on the door and what for you to say (in your own words) “who is it.” Speaking of doors, you LOVE to “shut” them…same with lights and the refrigerator and the fan and drawers. You walk around saying “shut it” like it might be the most exciting thing of the day.
You look out the front window, a lot: watching for cars, trucks, people walking their dogs…you keep an eye on the neighborhood. We have the piano in the living room and you will play music on it, bobbing your head back and forth, looking at us to cheer for you.
You also LOVE your Daddy and big brother. Oh, you want to be anywhere they are. It is so sweet to watch how excited you get when your big brother walks into the house, it is hard to get you to settle down when he is with us. And you look to your Daddy for everything. You help him with projects around the house and the two of you get the mail together every day. You scream “daddeee” when he comes home. He wrestles with you and talks with you, you are crazy about him and he loves you very much.
You are tall for your age with big feet ? You still have big beautiful blue eyes. Your front teeth are in and a handful of molars are at different stages of coming in. The top ones seem to be bothering you a little more than the bottom ones. Your hair is sandy blonde. While you used to be bald with a little curly tail in the back now you have a thin layer of hair with varying texture. The curls started at the nape of your neck and now have worked their way up passed your crown and about half way across the top of your head. So the majority of your hair is curly with just the top front part still fine and straight. It is pretty silly.
While I get dressed in the morning you hang out with me. Putting random things in the laundry basket or the dresser drawers. You mimic some of what I do and I will pretend that you are putting on my lotion with me or chapstick. The satisfied look on your face makes me laugh. When we are sitting together you will sometimes pat my belly. We ask you where sissy is and you will look at me and then my belly and say “sisheee.”
Sometimes you are a fussy pants, but that is okay. You aren’t the best, most adventurous eater…but we are working on that. Sometimes I get impatient or frustrated with your desire to do and touch EVERYTHING. And sometimes I am distracted and tired…and I am sorry.
I haven’t documented your first 18 months nearly as much as I had intended to. But it is all in my memory and heart.
I love you, my Baby Boy.