Oh gosh, my love … you are in the double digits now. DOUBLE DIGITS. Wha…howww…how did THAT happen? In the never-ending commentary I make each month about you and time and how fast it goes with you, let me just reiterate that time is going by SO FAST with you. I got asked the other day by someone if I was feeling sad about you turning one year old. And I get that question. I mean, sometimes, when I think about the quiet moments of you as a newborn, rocking your sweet little Cabbage Patch-smelling body, I get a smidge bleary-eyed for the past. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t also insanely excited for the future. For the you who will tell his mama he loves her for the first time. Who will ask me to pretty please draw him a dinosaur (or maybe a car or a train) and then help him color it. I dream about that version of you every bit as much (no, more ….) as I think back to how precious and impossibly tiny you were those 10 months ago.
I swear this last month has been filled with the most changes in you yet (yet another recurring thought to these letters, right? Cha-cha-cha-changes ….) But seriously this month. Seriously. Let’s see….swapping out your infant car seat for the version that will take you until you’re 8 years old (or however old you’re supposed to be these days)? Check. Army crawling to full-on crawling to pulling yourself to standing up to getting into absolutely EVERYTHING? Check, check, check and CHECK. Let’s not forget the fact you’ve graduated from baby purees and now enjoy cramming as many teeny tiny pieces of chicken, peaches, bananas and or crackers you can stuff in your mouth at the same time. (There should be a special chapter in the unwritten guide book of first-time parenting about how a) panic-inducing it is to begin feeding a baby real food–is that bite smaller than a pea? It should be smaller than a pea… and b) how absolutely DISGUSTING your high chair “station” (comprised of your high chair tray, the crevices under it, the plastic mat below it and the dining room table beside it) is after every meal.) We laugh about how people get grossed out by baby diapers. Hahahaha…..WAIT UNTIL IT’S DINNER TIME, 10-MONTH STYLE.
Clearly I’m being a bit silly with this month’s letter, son. And maybe that’s because, these days, you put your dad and me into the BEST kind of silly mood. We have a little entertainer on our hands, that’s for sure. A child whose babysitters frequently ask us, “Does he ever stop smiling?” And the answer to that is no. Unless, that is, you’re cutting a tooth, which might just be ONE MORE check list item you’re squeezing in to this latest month of yours (poor little lamb). I can’t wait to see where this charming personality of yours takes you. Just promise me, if it means you one day find yourself walking a red carpet of some kind, you take your mother as your first date, OK?