6 months ago you turned one. I promised you a letter. I wanted to tell you how I felt about having you in my life for an entire year. I wanted to tell you how much I loved you, how amazed I was at how fast you were growing up and what a wonderful, sweet baby you were.
But I had a little writers block (or a little denial? Ok, a lot of denial) and I never wrote that letter. I pushed this blog aside and stared getting busy with other things (work was getting busier, YOU were getting busier) but looking back I'm sad that now I don't have those little reminders of how you were growing and changing. Because oh, boy, were you ever growing and changing.
So, here we are. At a year and a half. You are no longer a baby. Even though you look at kids your age and call them "baby" you are definitely not baby material. You walk. You run. You know how to blow bubbles (and are eating less and less bubble solution in the process). You say please (when prompted) and thank you (without fail). You make us laugh (mostly through fart jokes. oh well, you are a boy). You love trains. Let me repeat that. You LOVE trains. You still love purple and I think your pediatrician was about to start calling Harvard when you pointed out a purple block during your well visit today. But then I admitted that you only know purple, so he started dialing Penn State instead ;)
You are no longer in the baby room at daycare and to be honest, I wasn't sure how you were going to handle the change to a bigger space, with more kids, and no crib to sleep in and with new teachers. But, aparantly you have not inherited your mom's fear of change. When I dropped you off today after your dr. visit you walked right over to the big circle rug and said "more deedee" which is "more dancing" and I can just picture how much you love circle time. Then you sat me down at the little table (no really, you pushed me to the seat and said "mommy" as if to say "mommy sit here"), then walked right over to the little kitchen and brought me a tea cup. For a second I had a vision of sitting at your kitchen table, with your wife in the other room rocking your newborn son and you sitting down across from me with a cup of tea and saying "thanks mom. life is good, isn't it".
The past 6 months have been a whirlwind of excitement and new things. Your dad and I have had a great summer watching you grow and learn and we look forward to every new day with you. It's a great life that we have going on here and we can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.
Love you forever,
Mom/Mommy/Mooom/Mama (which is what it sounds like when you REALLY want my attention)