Oh sweet baby. Happy half birthday to you, buddy! It
seriously feels like yesterday we were planning your first birthday and here
you are half way through your 2nd year!
We’ve had lots of excitement in the last few months with
you. In fact, you’re currently sporting a 103 fever and needing extra loving.
Last week you fell off our dining room table chair, onto the ceramic tile, and
fractured your forehead. There is this
saying that Mom’s like to say, “Don’t do that or you’ll crack your head open!”
And you managed to make that common phrase true. Thankfully, it’s only a
hairline fracture and you took it like a true champ- but you look like a
battered baby commercial. I can almost see the pity on people’s faces when they
see us out and about. Do me a favor and stop climbing on everything. You’re
truly making my heart skip a beat.
You’re becoming such a little person. You’re learning new
words all the time. Currently, your favorite word is “Bad” and I am assuming
you must hear this way too much. Sorry! You know what you want and how to
express getting it, even if your vocabulary is still a bit limited. You can
follow 3 word directions. You love to help clean (so much so you’re constantly
throwing things away that are not trash!). You’re constantly on the go. You
never, ever, sit still. We take you to dance each Tuesday for Sissy and you
run, run, run. You can be totally exhausting. You climb on everything. And
anything. Stop. Thanks!
You’re finally sleeping through the night. However, you’ve eliminated your morning nap
most days and only take one afternoon nap. I remember when your sister did this
and it makes me feel like you’re not quite as much as a baby as I still assume
you are. You still love your paci and your blankey. In the next few months we’re
going to have to start working on you to give up your beloved pacifier.
You’re bright and beautiful and incredibly sweet. You’re vivacious
and wild and mischievous. These are the qualities that make my heart explode
each time I think of you! You love your Sissy so much, but you’re often
instigating her by pulling her hair, taking her baby dolls, and running away
giggling. She’s in love with you. Even though you all manage to argue about
every 3 seconds (which is incredibly entertaining to watch you tell her off-
complete with hand gestures and baby language- and her respond as if she has
any idea what you’re actually trying to convey!) I know that your relationship
with her will only flourish and you’ll remain the best of friends.
Your smile is contagious. Your laugh is healing. I love you.
I love every part of your wildly dysfunctional ways. I love every quirk, every “naughty”
moment, and every part of you. You have this ability to make my heart happy
when it’s sad. You have this gift of a sweet, curious, soul. I cannot wait to
see where the Lord takes you. I cannot see what your perfect little soul brings
to this World. God has big plans for
you, Bub, and I cannot wait to watch you achieve each of his goals for you.
I love you to the moon and back,
Mama
