I can scarcely believe that our little man is now a whole number. (Daddy and I were giggling as we filled out our census form earlier this year and entered a zero for your age.) I look at your smiling little face and can't help but remember the little fuzzy face that I held 12 months ago. You were covered from head to toe in a soft little down and sported a fierce little expression which prompted Auntie Spivey to call you the CEO.
Daddy and I agree that you are the most lovable little boy. We love your happy little grin when we walk into your room. You get so excited when you see us or your sister and that excitement is absolutely infectious.
You in a nutshell:
1) You love being held. When I come into the room, you'll crawl full speed to me and start pulling on my pants to be picked up. One time you nearly pants-ed me, luckily no one saw (as Mommy likes to convince herself).
2) You love your blanket. In fact, woe to us if we forget to include your favorite muslin wraps in your crib when we put you down to sleep. I love pushing your door open to find you sitting up, blanket wrapped about you, furiously munching a corner, looking as if you were about to deliver a speech to a crowd of Romans.
3) You like things your way. Normally a very agreeable little tike, you can become very ahem, vocal, if we chance to take away something that you fancy (e.g. ointment tubes, remote, paper, phones, laptop computers, watering can)
4) You're chatty. Early on you would babble back to me and like to be involved in conversations. You hate feeling left out and will often chime in with a loud cawing noise.
5) You love music. When we sing in the car, I'll look in the rearview mirror and find you enthralled and at times clapping with excitement. When your sister sings, we'll often find you beaming and gazing upon her like you're her biggest fan.
6) You're a great eater. Getting more discerning but in general will eat about anything we put before you. Though your nemesis remains peas. We can't get you to eat it unless we hide it in some pear or soup.
7) Your little facial expressions just kill us. Whether it be the weirded look when we put you in our Chocolate chip cookie costume Halloween 2009 or the Christmas 2009 card photo shoot, we crack up everytime.
I love putting you down to sleep. I hand you a bottle of milk, your blankie, have the binkie handy, turn off the lights, snap on your little crib noisemaker and rock quietly. Sometimes, your legs and arms will swing about but then you'll settle down and the only sound other than a midi version of Pachelbel's Canon are your contented drinking noises. Sometimes, you'll chuckle a little bit as you drink but then look up at me with your big shiny eyes that I could just fall into and just remind me why I love being a mom.
Your family loves you bunches cutest little Moo. Happy Birthday!
Love,
Mama
2) You love your blanket. In fact, woe to us if we forget to include your favorite muslin wraps in your crib when we put you down to sleep. I love pushing your door open to find you sitting up, blanket wrapped about you, furiously munching a corner, looking as if you were about to deliver a speech to a crowd of Romans.
3) You like things your way. Normally a very agreeable little tike, you can become very ahem, vocal, if we chance to take away something that you fancy (e.g. ointment tubes, remote, paper, phones, laptop computers, watering can)
4) You're chatty. Early on you would babble back to me and like to be involved in conversations. You hate feeling left out and will often chime in with a loud cawing noise.
5) You love music. When we sing in the car, I'll look in the rearview mirror and find you enthralled and at times clapping with excitement. When your sister sings, we'll often find you beaming and gazing upon her like you're her biggest fan.
6) You're a great eater. Getting more discerning but in general will eat about anything we put before you. Though your nemesis remains peas. We can't get you to eat it unless we hide it in some pear or soup.
7) Your little facial expressions just kill us. Whether it be the weirded look when we put you in our Chocolate chip cookie costume Halloween 2009 or the Christmas 2009 card photo shoot, we crack up everytime.
I love putting you down to sleep. I hand you a bottle of milk, your blankie, have the binkie handy, turn off the lights, snap on your little crib noisemaker and rock quietly. Sometimes, your legs and arms will swing about but then you'll settle down and the only sound other than a midi version of Pachelbel's Canon are your contented drinking noises. Sometimes, you'll chuckle a little bit as you drink but then look up at me with your big shiny eyes that I could just fall into and just remind me why I love being a mom.
Your family loves you bunches cutest little Moo. Happy Birthday!
Love,
Mama
