Tuesday, September 11, 2012

ONE YEAR!!!!!!

Dear H,

So here we are. You are one year old. I've been trying to write this letter to you for a few days and I find it really hard for some reason. I guess I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around how much things have changed over this year. You are really fun these days, but you are also starting to have some very strong opinions about what you want. And what you want is usually something that you can't have. Oh dear.

You are still quite the social butterfly and don't play strange with people unless you are tired or cranky. At daycare, all the ladies tell us what a happy boy you are. You run around (with my help) waving good morning to everyone there when we arrive. And when we come to pick up, you often grab my hands and want to walk me around and show me what you've been up to instead of going home.

Since starting daycare you've been communicating so much more with us. You've added 'all done' to your signs for 'milk' and your own version of 'more'. You've also started shaking your head 'no', and you think it's pretty funny when you use it. You still like to point at things and clap your hands. You use 'mama' and 'dada' a lot but we're still not really sure if you're talking about us when you say them.

No longer content to sit still, you're crawling around with the best of them now. You pull yourself up on your crib, on furniture, on your toys and even using a foam mat. And you've just started to cruise along on furniture a bit. The other day you finally discovered the stairs and managed to climb up a few of them all on your own! We're trying to teach you to go down the stairs on your hands and knees, but you'd rather walk down on your own two feet while holding our hands. Oh, and a funny thing you've started doing is pushing up on your hands so you're downward facing dog, looking through your legs, and laughing. It's pretty cute and nutty. Finally, you've found a way to look at the world upside down on your own.

We had a great time this past weekend celebrating your birthday. We hung banners and streamers, filled the house with people we love, and you were passed from person to person as everyone wanted their turn with the birthday boy. And if that wasn't enough, you topped it off with your first piece of cake. It was carrot. You gobbled it up. Happy birthday sweet boy.

1 comment:

theRachel said...

Happy belated birthday, Hux! It has been such a joy to get to know you this past year - you truly are a treat!

(maybe he'll grow up to be a yoga teacher?!)