My cuddlebug. Little bird. Monkey, Munchkin, Swee’Pea,
You’re one year old! Can you believe it? I know I can’t. I mean, of course, I have to, and after all, it’s just a number. But it’s happened so very fast, love.
You’ve accomplished so much in this one year, little bird – to think that you were once so frustrated with tummy time because you had to work so hard just to hold up your head, and now you run to get wherever you want to go. It all went by so fast.
Now, I look at you and I see your dad’s facial expressions, my features, but most of all, I see you. I see your gigantic personality, the love you exude and express so willingly with hugs and kisses. Okay, so we actually have to beg for the kisses, but man, when we get them, they’re really something special.
You still LOVE Yo Gabba Gabba, but you’ve expanded your tastes to Pocoyo, and you even sat back and watched the Lion King for a while. You also love to play your piano and you’ve never stopped drumming on anything you can get your hands on. You’re not as interested in books when I read them to you (it seems you’re much more interested in climbing to the top of and conquering my head), but Nana reports that you’re quite a big fan of story time with her. Nana always has had a knack for storytelling, so I suppose I really can’t blame you.
You also love to be chased around and to chase me around – we take turns, and then we’ll each hide from each other on the opposite side of a chair just to jump out and play our special version of peek-a-boo.
One of the first presents anyone ever got you was a rocking horse from your Aunt Sare, and boy do you love to push that thing around. You’ll move it all around the room, then once you’re happy with where it is, you’ll climb aboard, give it a few rocks, and climb right off. In fact, you move a lot of things around, though usually, you’re just using them to give you a boost.
Ohhhh yes. You’ve figured out that if you want to take something from a high surface, you need to step on something else to reach it. You have also figured out how to open the dishwasher. It’s quite a problem, because you like to go door surfing. On the door of the dishwasher. As you get bigger, I’d imagine that would probably break the door, but you’re still hovering at the elusive 20 lbs mark. For the time being, it’s simply not a great place for you to be.
However, it just goes to show how very clever (if not mischievous) you are. It’s so hard to discipline you when you bat those big, doe eyes and butterfly eyelashes at me, but when you flash that 2-tooth grin? It’s all over. In fact, you’ve finally cut your third tooth (it’s right up top), and it pokes out like a teeny-tiny fang. The silliness of it just adds to your cuteness, and this poor mama of yours is such a sucker for cute. But you already know that.
Cameron, it’s already hard to remember what you were like so many months ago – you’ve grown and changed so much so quickly! I’m so very excited to keep getting to know you, and to keep learning from each other.
Happy birthday, baby.