Man, time flies.
At one year old, you have 6 teeth, weight in over 21 lbs,
are sleeping through the night (except last night, but we’ll blame teething),
pull up on everything, love to chase and be chased around the house, adore your
sister, and are HUNGRY all the time.
Right now it’s all about inclusion. You want to be wherever
your sister is, doing whatever she is doing. If anyone else is eating,
forgetaboutit, we’d better have something for you too.
You dad has even said that you’ve started to demand a snack
in the car when he picks you up from the sitters. As soon as he gets settled in
the drivers seat, your hand shoots up expectantly, while you grunt your
demands, “eh, eh, eh”.
Your first word was dada, but it didn’t take me long to
coerce a ‘mama’ from your lips.
You love to dance and sing in the car. I love that when
music is playing in the car I can look back and see you and your sister bopping
your heads or kicking your feet to the beat.
At home you love when I swing you around and hang you upside
down. You are a thrill seeker. The more wildly I fling you around, the louder
the laugh. Oh how I love your laugh! It does make Dada very nervous though.
You LOVE your dada. When you see him, you almost launch from
my arms to bury your head in his chest, kicking your legs in excitement.
I can’t believe you are a year already. Can we slow things
down a little? I love you so much and can’t wait to see what the future holds!
