Wednesday, August 15, 2012

7

The past year has flown by faster than any I can remember before. You'll be a year old next month and I'm stunned as to how we got here this quickly. I remember your birth as if it were yesterday. I knew you were going to come on our wedding anniversary, I said it all along. I was so nervous but oh so ready to finally meet you. My little wiggly baby that had kept my up at night, made me eat 10 meals a day, waddle like a duck occassionally pee on myself. It was all worth it. More than worth it. You are so bright, happy, funny, sweet and adorable. You love your brothers and all of their belongings that now belong to you as well because you say so and if you say so then that's just the way its going to be. You're the baby of the house after all which in turn means the king of the house. Seven, at 10 months old, you have 8 teeth, you're a mean crawler, you're standing with assistance but not quite ready to stand on your own. DaDa seems to be your favorite word, much to my disapproval. Sometimes I'm Mama and sometimes I'm Mimi. You haven't picked a favorite yet. You're a little on the bossy side but only if you're tired. You ride in a convertible car seat now that I think you find more comfortable. You're still not fond of going to anyone besides me or Dada. I wish I knew what you're thinking sometimes. I love to watch you sit and play, chase after your brothers and yell at the dog. Soon you'll be walking and getting into even more things. Oh, you also like to bite. Randomly. It hurts. Stop it. You've also started to wave bye-bye. However, if you know that I'm the one going bye bye, there will be no waving of any kind but tears instead. It breaks my heart. I wish I could be with you every minute of the day but this pesky thing called "work" takes me away everyday for awhile. You still sleep in our bed and I think Dada is ready to kick you out and into your own bed. You could sleep in my bed until you're 18 and I wouldn't mind :) I love you baby boy and I'm so excited to see what your future holds. Now stop eating dryer lint and give mama/mimi some kisses!