A happy video to start your manic Monday.
Much love!
At this very moment, my entire HOUSE smells like Christmas. Or altoids. Or gingerbread. Take your pick. Whichever one you like best, know that I’m less than impressed with the situation.
Can you guess what happened not once, but twice in the past six weeks?
My beloved son discovered the most coveted industrial size bottle of ground cinnamon. He ate a good portion of it and then proceeded to dump the rest out and have a grand ol’ time with sensory play.
He’s in the bath right now, pouring water from one cup to the next, washing away the powdery scents of the holidays. I’ve added cinnamon to my shopping list (again).
And really, I can’t be mad at him. I was the one who didn’t put the cinnamon back where it belonged. Besides, the floor needed mopping to begin with.
To those new here, I write a letter to my children on their birthday. I store them in a special box, along with other little mementos.
Dear Miles,
This morning, you woke with smiles, laughter, and signing for milk. Before I could comply with your request, you wiggled out of bed and went running out, shouting “Daaaa! Daaaa! Daaa!”. Your heart broke and tears rolled down fat little cheeks when you realized your precious Daddy wasn’t home. Nothing could console you until you decided you had expressed your emotions to their fullest extent.
Your sister introduces you to everyone. She says, “This is my baby brother Miles. He is very little and very bald. I love his bald head and never want him to grow hair”. Oops! I guess I comment on my love of your lack of hair a bit too much. It’s the truth, though! I never, ever, EVER want you to grow hair. You have the most perfect, round, bald baby head in the universe. If you ever do anything stupid with your hair as a teenager and have to shave it all off, I won’t weep. It’ll look good.
Every single day brings new things you can do. You surprised me by turning a box upside down to reach something too high a few months ago. The day after your birthday party, you were stacking small blocks on top of each other then giggling evilly as you knocked them down. And today? You climbed out of bed when you thought your nap was all over. Thankfully, I convinced you otherwise but that just served to reinforce to me that you are becoming a little person!
Your love of using fine motor skills and long attention span fascinates me. You will sit for at least 20 minutes (a long attention span there for a 1 year old!) manipulating puzzle pieces to fit them into their slots. Fish tanks intrigue you, as does filling up bags with everything you find on the floor.
This year has flown by. I blinked and you went from being a newborn in my arms to a toddler. While I am not wishing time away, I look forward to seeing the little man you will become.
Love,
Mama
Exactly one week before his first birthday, we threw Miles a party.
Today was a success and a hit. I’m exhausted, worn out, and over heated but it was all worth it. A local highschool gal took photos of the party and I’ll have them to share sometime next week. It was *so* nice to be able to simply enjoy the moment without having to worry about getting photos to document this milestone.
For those of you on google reader, sashay your virtual self over to my blog and watch Miles enjoy his first cupcake.
Some days seem they will never, ever end. Days like yesterday.
And then I realize that a day is just a day. A 24 hour period that will pass. They always do. It’s the years that fly by and bright moments need to be found in every day. Regret is not something I want to live with after the years have flown.
Miles has been taking little unassisted steps since he was 8.5 months old, but this is the first time I got a video of it and OF COURSE he nearly ran across the entire living room. What is my life coming to? I need another baby ASAP.
(if you’re on google reader, you’ll have to pop over to my blog to see the video)
After going after cat food, swatting at spoons and finally sobbing when we ate in front of him, Miles got his first taste of something other than milk. Well, first endorsed taste. There were occasions that I couldn’t pull him back soon enough from the cat bowl. And there was the time he got into Ella’s applesauce and shoveled it in by the fistful while snorting with glee.
That being said, cheerios and peaches hit the spot last week!
In the end, I’d say he was pretty proud of himself. Wouldn’t you?