You are one year old now! You are so big! Gone is my little sea monkey who just laid there drooling and pooping... You are developing new things every day. You crawl and pull up on everything. You are already reaching for door knobs and climbing on top of anything you can. You've started to show off by standing there all by yourself and look at us like "Check me out! I'm a big guy!" You've even taken a little stutter step before plopping on your bottom. And now you can take 3 or 4 steps before sitting down. I know in no time at all I'll be chasing you as you sprint around our house!
You are all boy, as they say. You are fearless and will throw yourself off the couch, bed and when we took you swimming, you were annoyed that we wouldn't just let you go. I was so glad that you were not scared of the pool, but it was hard to hold you while you squirmed like a little (26 lb) piglet.
We went to your new doctor and you are 32.5inches and 26lbs. You are the average size of a 19 month old baby at 12 months. You love your sippy cup and drink milk and water all day. You are completely weened now. It wasn't hard on you (thankfully). I started giving you big boy milk right after your 1st birthday and in a couple of weeks, my milk was gone and you haven't looked back. I was so worried about traumatizing you by taking away the boobie bottle... I agonized over the timing and how to do it and it was super easy. God is good!
You have been going through a bit of a biting stage. Thankfully it is on its way out and you haven't bit anyone in a while. The best part of it was when we dropped you off at the nursery at church and were telling the workers to watch you when you got close to other babies... only to turn around and see another couple with their tiny, defenseless 6 month old in their arms waiting their turn to drop off. I couldn't help but think "Gee, aren't you glad we're visiting YOUR Church!". Their painfully worried and terrified smiles said it all. But you were good. The only baby you have bit so far is Charlotte.
Speaking of, she was here for your birthday and you thanked her for your presents by trying to remove her left cheek. She loves to hug you and pat you on the back and head and you had had enough of her girl-coodies. You turned around to (I thought) kiss her and she left shortly after with a swollen and bruised cheek. Poor Charlotte... she is such a lady and you are such a boy and sometimes that ends in bruises.
You got soooo many presents for your birthday. You got clothes, and puzzles, and books and trucks and and play house. So many toys that I have to rotate them so you don't get bored with them at once. We had everyone over and ate hamburgers and hot dogs. I baked you an airplane cake that was strawberry with cream cheese icing. Everyone else had double chocolate and strawberry cupcakes with homemade vanilla ice cream on the side.
You give kisses now, and that is probably my favorite new development. You give open mouthed, sometimes with a little lick, drooling kisses. You are very selective with them, and have to be in the right mood or NO KISSES! You remind me of the soup Nazi with the way you do or do not give out your kisses. You did kiss your new babysitter with no hesitation. Amber, the adorable 17 year old cutie, had just babysat you and when I asked you if you wanted to give her a kiss goodbye, you laid a big ol' wet one on her. I think we're going to have to watch you closely in your teen years.
You love to push things around, especially chairs, but anything will do. Your wagon, the remote control, a spoon from the kitchen, a car or truck, even Lola's bed. You love pillows and when you get tired, you will roll around on the pillows, cuddling with them. You LOVE buttons. Any kind. You get to push the button to open the garage when we come and go and you beam with delight every single time. You push elevator buttons, remote control buttons, dishwasher buttons and you love all the buttons on the Thomas the Train book that your friend Ben got you for your birthday.
You learned how to open sliding doors and are already reaching for and pulling door handles. We joined a Moms group for stay at home moms and you found the stairs right away and climbed all the way to the top. Your dad and I call you a whirling dervish because you never seem to stop.
You dance, and its awesome. You wave your head around, head bang, bop and wiggle. You love music and never miss the opportunity to dance. In the car you wiggle in your car seat and it looks like your are popping and locking with your chest. You will eat just about anything. You love fruit, meat, some veggies, cheese, yogurt, and above all else, Crackers! You will not let us brush your teeth, you want to do it all by yourself. We go to the dentist tomorrow so we will find out if you are doing a good job. You are getting another couple teeth in right now and it looks so painful!
We love you soo much!!!
Love,
Mama
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