I'm sorry I choked on that. I just can't believe how fast this is going. You're almost 1! Ay yi yi - I will freak out a little bit more about this later, but first:
|This face pretty much sums up how you feel about sleeping.|
|Tough guys don't need sleep!|
When you were a newborn, this sleep deprivation stuff was easier because A) we just naturally assumed we would not be getting any sleep ever and B) I wasn’t working so my only job in the entire world was to cater to your every need and C) your needs consisted of three things – clean diaper, full belly, sleep. Things are more complicated now, and we don’t always weather these sleep interruptions gracefully. I found myself trying to get back to sleep at 3 a.m. after a particularly frustrating sleep disruption a few nights ago. My mind dramatically played out this image of how we are a happy, picture perfect family by day, and a snarling nest of poisonous snakes by night. I told you it was dramatic! That is what your sleep deprivation causes – weird, dramatic metaphors about snakes.
|You guys, holy smokes, have you see how the water gets in the tub?! MIND. BLOWN.|
|Mom tried to get some yard work done. This happened, instead.|
|This is the look of a boy who is uncomfortably close to standing up by himself.|
|Enjoying the contraband Butterfinger bar you swiped from the candy bucket.|
You are such a stinker. The biggest little stinker I’ve ever known. You know when you’re doing something you’re not supposed to do, and you’ve learned how to speed up when crawling away from us (as when we pursued you after you sneakily stole a candy bar out of the Halloween candy bucket). In the last month we’ve had a report of a hairball in your poo (that was a surprise!), and your daddy says you ate a hairball just this morning that resulted in a wardrobe change when it came back up. One of your favorite things to do since you became mobile is to play in the dog’s water dishes, and I don’t police you very strongly when you do that because, come on – it’s just water. And whatever dog germs you’re going to get there, are probably also all over our house (and certainly in the hairballs you apparently insist on eating) and so for months now it’s been no big deal. Only now it is a big deal because you’ve learned how to splash. So the other day I let you play quietly (yes, this should have been my first red flag) near the water dishes and when I finally wandered over to check on you – you were soaked from head to toe and there was a one inch pool of water over most of the surrounding floor. You were a cross between bewildered (how did this wet get all over me?) and proud (look mom, I made splashes!). And we laughed – because after all, it was only water. We changed your clothes and cleaned the floor and I spent the rest of the evening bodyguarding the water dishes.
|Cousins in costume.|
You had your first Halloween this last month. I feel like we need to talk about Halloween, because I suspect at some point you are going to feel like you’re being cheated out of something. And you kind of are. Halloween is not my thing. I have a very hard time getting excited about it and while I was excited to dress you up in a cute costume this year, I wasn’t excited enough to try that costume on you in advance. If I had, I might have realized that it didn’t fit you just right, and the buttons were all falling off (also, the tail). On the day we took you out to Grandpa Jerry and Grandma Julie’s for the early Halloween gathering, I had thought to draw a nose and whiskers on you to complete the unbearably adorable “tiger” costume. You weren’t having it. And frankly, I didn’t care enough to force the issue. And that moment right there was when I realized that this is how Halloween will be for you. Just enough to get by. Your costumes will likely be second hand (and DEFINITELY not homemade), and the celebration will likely be pretty minimal. This really is just not my thing, but I promise to make up for it at Christmas.
|Scarlett helped you pose for your pictures.|
|We've been working on using a sippy cup. You are such a big boy!|
These months get so much more dynamic as you get older. You are so much more interactive and one of these days I will probably relay actual conversations that I have with you. These days you are still only saying mama, dada, and Bob (by the way, your dad would like to know who this Bob guy is. He would also like you to please stop calling him Bob), but based on the speed with which you’re developing in every other way, conversations will not be far off now. I know we’re going to have some interesting ones, and I can’t wait to know for sure what’s going on in that little head of yours.
So, if my calculations are correct (and you’ll recall that math is not my best thing), the next letter you get will be on your first birthday. You will be one. ONE. The countdown to you being one is…one. You’ll have to forgive me if I’m a little dramatic about this, but we all know that being one is just a gateway to walking, running, jumping, going to school, driving a car and eventually moving out and – generally – not being my little squishy baby anymore. Can I forbid this? Is there a veto card in my pile of mom cards? I’m freaking out! And yet – despite all that stuff I just said - SO excited! Because it is a pleasure and a privilege to watch you grow. You’re becoming this little person with this unbelievably charming personality. You have opinions on things and sometimes I watch you snuggle (really! On purpose!) the dog and my heart explodes and sends my whole body into meltdown because you are gentle, and sweet in unexpected and beautiful ways.