Weight: 20lbs 13oz (95%), Length: 28in (95%), head circ: 18in (95%) (EVERYWHERE HYOOGE!)In my head, this makes no kind of sense. Was it not just last week I was pregnant? Seriously?.. Didn't we JUST bring you home?
And now, here we are. Halfway through your first year. Halfway to not being a baby anymore.
You're crawling now. Not just a little bit, either. If I turn my back on you for even a second you're across the house and into something you're not supposed to be into. I always thought this was a stage I would dread, but I realize now just how badly you've wanted this tiny bit of independence. You're such a curious baby, always wanting to see things up close and to shake them around a bit to see how they work. being stuck in one place was never something you enjoyed and now you're free to explore as you please.
The reason I was dreading this stage is because once your brother learned to crawl I sort of became a lot less important to him. Not that he acted like he loved me any less, but he simply didn't need me anymore. He could get where he wanted on his own and he only needed me when he was tired or hungry or wet. All of my dread quickly vanished though, as you began following me around these past few days.
You always want to see where I'm going, and what I'm doing. If I leave your sight for more than a second, you begin to whimper and your little lip sticks out and begins to tremble.
It turns my heart to mush and I'm afraid you've got me wrapped quite tightly around that little pinky of yours.
You and your big brother are something else.
You love him dearly, I can tell. I can see it when you scan the room for him after hearing his voice. I can see it in your screechy giggles as you watch him run around the room after the dog. You get jumpy and excited when he comes near you and I know one day the two of you will be the very best of friends. He doesn't think you're so bad either, you know. He took to you much better than anyone had expected. He loves to bring you toys and he will jump through hoops to get you to laugh. He likes to explain to you with huge gestures what he's doing as he colors pictures or drives his little cars around the carpet.
I can tell he's anxious for the day you can run around with him. You're exactly what he's needed, you know.
Someone to look up to him. Someone for him to take care of. Someone for him to boss around and to teach things to. He's that kind of kid, you know. And you are HIS kind of buddy.
You're teaching me new things every day about being a mom. You're teaching me that all children really are very different. You and your big brother are like night and day... and yet you're so very much the same. You're teaching me that no matter how much I think I know, there will always be something I'd never thought of. I love you for that. I love that you're so unpredictable and so unique and so very happy just to be OURS.
Our awesome and amazing and brilliant little baby boy.
Happy 1/2 birthday Little Man. Big Kisses.
Love, Mama.
1 comment:
Oh my - the cuteness - IT BURNS. And suddenly Milo doesn't seem so big, since he's 10 months next week and weighs the same as CJ! Of course, he's been there since 7 months, holding steady, so hey. :) We make the good cream, what can we say, right?!
LOVE them and sooo wish I could pinch-a-dos-CHEEKS! Give them some snoogles from their Auntie Mel!
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