Happy First Birthday, a week late! I have been nothing if not consistently late with these letters to you all year. I apologize, but better late than never, right?
I’m happy to report, though, you had a quite nice first birthday. We did your favorite things: Went grocery shopping (you love all the people and things to see), played with new toys, and had cake. I think the last one might be your all time favorite thing ever.
I can’t believe it’s been a whole year since you were born. It both feels like yesterday and also eons ago. Part of me can close my eyes and feel your tiny body snuggled into me, in the crook of my arm, late at night, and the other part of me can hardly believe that same tiny baby is now this crawling, yelling, excited girl.
You are all over the place all the time now. You’re not walking yet, but that’s okay. You’ll get there on your own pace. You love music and dance every time you hear it. You love all forms of it, too, from classical to country to alternative rock. You are not picky about your tunes, as long as you can jam along with it, you’re good.
You have six teeth, which beats last month’s prediction you would close out your first year with five. You use them well, too. You eat a lot and often, though you would not know it by your size. You are still tiny. In fact the other day a teacher at your daycare asked, “When is her birthday?” When I replied “last week,” she was stunned. “Wow,” she said, “she is small!” And you are. You are more or less the size of most 8-9 month olds. You still fit in 6-9 month onesies. I’ve just started putting you in 9-12 month clothes.
I don’t mind the smallness. You will grow bigger quickly, and I’m not ready for that yet.
Your already big personality has gotten even bigger. You are happy, almost all the time. You very rarely throw tantrums, but when you do…YIKES. Your daddy and I have our work cut out for us. You are fiercely independent. You can and will figure out how to do most things on your own. Including but not limited to working out iPhones/iPads, the television remote, and your baby monitor. You test your boundaries daily. You definitely know what “no” means, but you often choose to ignore it.
I love watching you figure out your world. If your daddy or I laugh at something, you laugh too. You get that we found something funny, and you want to be a part of it. If you sneeze, you will stare at me until I say “Bless you.” You clap whenever something good happens. And in your eyes, “something good” is almost anything (except maybe a bath).
It has been such an amazing year with you, Boo Bear. I know the the next year will be just as amazing. I can’t wait to see everything you learn and to see how you will grow. I’m so thankful I get to be your mama.
I love you to the moon and back.