Dear John,
My sweet, sweet, baby J. I am so sorry. I had every intention of documenting your life here, but that's just not happening. We are busy with you and your sister and working and holidays and day to day that this just keeps getting pushed aside.
You are crawling. Fast. When we found out we were having a boy, everyone warned us that boys are a handful, but I quickly dismissed it, saying that Annie was a really busy and active kid and I couldn't imagine a boy being much different. Well. Let's just say, you are much different.
Let's just say, you are excellent at hazard identification. You notice/seek out the most dangerous things possible. Things Annie never glanced twice at. Things I would never even think could be a hazard until I see you slowly creeping up towards it, eyeing me over your shoulder to see if I am watching.
For example: The Christmas Tree. We put it up on Friday. I worried about you pulling the tree down on top of you because what baby wouldn't be fascinated with the hundreds of sparkling, ACCESSIBLE twinkle lights. I anticipated pulling you away from the tree 157 times the first day, you being drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
What actually happened: You didn't even give it a second glance. It would have been impossible for you to care less about the tree. You were, however, immediately drawn to the electric cord leading from the tree to the wall.
So that's awesome.
Thankfully you are more interested in the sooty fireplace tools than the fireplace itself. For now.
As they say, you are all boy. You love to get dirty and are always on the move. That, I was prepared for, thanks to your big sister. You no longer want to be held. You want to be crawling or climbing. You love slides and to crawl on top of Annie's chair. You love your cow blankie SERIOUSLY. If it's not in your hand, you are grunting around until you find it.
You are a bit more of a picky eater than your sister was at this age. But then, there's zero consistency. You will like something one day, and then make a face at it the next. The only thing you have not turned your nose up at yet is cantaloupe. Go figure.
You still take a bottle 3-4 times a day. You eat about 60% table food and still like baby foods/purees. You take two naps, usually 1-2 hours a piece. You are still in size 4 diapers. You have four bottom teeth and two top teeth, with a third making its way through as I type this.
You are loud and funny and sweet and cuddly (sometimes). Annie loves you SO much and you love her. You look for her every morning and always want to play with her. You all have started "play fighting" where she chases you and presses your bottom into the ground when she catches you. You howl with laughter and think it's the funniest thing ever. It has aged me about 10 years. I guess this is only the beginning.
Thirty years from now I want to remember your "fuzzy duck" hair, how you think it's so funny when I pretend your socks are stuck and smell your feet and make a big production about how stinky they are. I want to remember how much you love the bath and how every night before bed I lay your cow over my shoulder and you lay your head down and we say our prayers before I put you in your crib. I want to remember how much you love music and dancing and how you do this little wiggle dance when you are eating something you really like.
I love you, sweet boy.
~mom
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