Wee Man is one today! Already ….
Happy Birthday!!
You laugh … a lot. You are ticklish like daddy. You love music, you start bouncing …. usually on beat …. whenever it comes on.
You are going through a Momma’s boy phase and the toothy grin you flash the moment you see me every morning is soul food.
You like to bang on things. You like cars already. You love sticking your head between peoples’ legs. (Editor’s note: ?????)
You LOVE your sister. You crack each other up. And she manhandles you a lot, and you let her. You like to steal her markers and crayons and eat them. It drives her (and me) crazy.
You can palm a baseball. I think that is worth noting.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t form the words to encompass how much we love you, our son. So maybe in the details, in the dailies, it comes out a little. You, our gift of a daddy look-alike. (Second note: Pete and Re-Pete …. I know I know, but I couldn’t resist.)
We had a small celebration last night with two families integral to our lives here. Simple … some sports themed plates and napkins, a photo banner of your first year, cupcakes, pizza,
P.S. Of course you chose today. your birthday, to be a teething mess, poop a big log in your bathwater, have a fever, and go to bed early. Happy birthday to you.
Although how he managed to eat that cupcake and get little to no chocolate on his face is a miracle.