All about our sweet one year old boy...
He says Mama, Dada, Papa, Tickle, and Hiney. Oh, and Reilly taught him how to say Poo Poo. :)
He is such a little cuddle munchkin. The cuddliest little bug in all the land. This boy loves being on my hip, in anyone's arms, rocked and sang to. He especially loves cuddling with Mama. When I nurse him or sing to him, he plays with my hair. I say that my hair is like his security blanket. :) It has been surrounding him since birth, always in his face, and he never complained it was just always what he knew!
It does not take much to make this boy laugh. But all he has to do is LOOK at Reilly and he will belly laugh. She has some kind of magic making that boy giggle.
He also giggles every time he looks at himself in the mirror after I comb his hair. Which is my favorite thing ever.
(He discovered the tie sticker! Ha)
He sleeps through the night, and will wake up around 5 or 6 crying like a little newborn to nurse. He is so funny how he doesn't use his words in the early morning to call me, only crying. He is standing in his crib now! And he pulls himself to stand on any and all surfaces. Doors, gates, toys, toilets. No cruising or steps yet...just like his sisters!
He is in size 24 months, 24 pounds. And if you ask me, he has the most perfect hair in the history of hair.
(Here he is saying, Mama, you kidding me with this sticker?)
He has been wanting to talk a lot lately. When he wants to have a conversation, he points at something, and makes the most expressive faces, and makes guttural sounds, and raspberry noise with his mouth. Lately, he wants to talk all about the Christmas tree. :)
He LOVES his Daddy. When he gets home from work, he is all but jumping at him. He swings his arms all around when we visit him at work or bring Sissy to school and he catches a glimpse of him from far away. My boys.
This boy is the sweetest soul. He will light up and smile at you with just a glance at him. His little dimple makes him glow. He is happy as can be to be near the ones he loves - we can be anywhere and doing anything and he is content. He reminds me of a cuddly little puppy, especially with his deep dark eyes. He is just love, this boy.
The night you were born, I won't ever forget. I remember Daddy waking up when I had one contraction, and he was getting ready to go hunting. By my second contraction I knew you were coming, and I told Daddy I did not think he would be hunting that day. Twenty minutes later we were in the car, and it was raining. I couldn't look at the clock, so I just told Daddy every time a contraction came, and he kept track of how far apart they were. I remember thanking God that the rain wasn't snow, on the hour ride to the hospital. Daddy told me the contractions were 5 minutes apart, when they were really 3. He knows how to keep me calm.
I remember getting to the hospital, and the lady at the desk saying, "So you think you are in labor?" I said, this is my third baby. I typically labor for about one hour. I need to be checked right now. I KNOW I am in labor. Minutes later, the doctor checked me and I was at 10 centimeters. The nurses were so excited that you were a "Mystery Baby". The doctor was in the room getting ready, and said, "Tell me when you want to start pushing!" as he walked around the room. So different from my first babies, I was suddenly the professional in the room. Then, I knew. The pain was too much, and we wanted to meet you. So, I pushed and pushed (one long long push), and out you came. Then they said, okay, we need to push his shoulders out now! That's when I knew you were a big guy. I did not have to push your sisters shoulders out! And then the nurse said, "DADDDD! TELL HER WHAT IT IS!!" And I knew, I just knew, you were a boy. I held you, all 9 pounds 2 ounces of you, and you were perfect.
I told you that you were beautiful. I told you that you were so, so beautiful.
You are so beautiful, my boy. We thank God for giving us you.