Dear Mason, I want to share with you some of your special characteristics as you are celebrating being one! You and I, daddy too, have both survived year number one! How, you ask? I'm not sure, but it is an accomplishment for us all!
To date we still only need our fingers and maybe one or two toes for the number of times we have probably slept all night! Argh! You're lucky you're cute as a button and you're lucky that I'm feeling like I should treasure each "baby" moment with you! A few nights ago you had a string of nights where you fussed but stayed in your crib...I actually twinged at the fact that we may never rock in the corner of your room, just you and I, in the wee hours of the morning. But, alas! I knew you would pull through for me, and last night we spend about an hour together. So I'm back to wishing for those nights of full sleep again!
You have a smile that melts my heart! You smile with your whole face, from ear to ear, scrunching up your nose. The joy bursting from you is passionate and real. However, you have been very good at not letting us capture this treasure on camera. I haven't given up yet! You are at the age where you get so excited when others praise you for each accomplishment or when someone you love enters the room. How I wish I could contain this in a bottle and save it forever.
Another personality trait is one that gives looks that could kill! Your ability to furrow your brow in a display of anger and disappointment is one like none other. I'm slightly afraid of your angry temperament. It is funny that you have thrown enough fits to know that it hurts to throw yourself back onto a hard surface, and even funnier to watch you lay yourself down gently onto the floor and THEN begin kicking your feet! And if you've thrown an object in anger and no one gives you feedback, you pick it up and continue to throw the item until noticed. I hope that this is "just a phase" and we are not looking down the road of large, embarrassing tantrums!
Your vocabulary is growing by the day! You focus so hard on our lips when we name an object for you. So far you have the following words under your belt: mama, dada, baba, again, eat, out, up, hat, hot, brrrr, papa, and ggg (for Grammy). This morning I was clicking my tongue and you studied intently trying to do it for yourself. I love to watch you thinking, processing, and learning.
You love to be outside, love to climb, love to steal your brother's sippy cup because you know it contains chocolate milk! You love to EAT...and sometimes it gets you into trouble! You love your taggie and it brings you comfort in all kinds of situations. You are adventurous and ornery (and you know it!)!! You LOVE music and were mesmerized by your big brother's Christmas play. But most of all, you are loving. You run across the room to lay your head down on a lap or a shoulder for a big squeeze! And will do this again and again...because it makes you and me feel good.
You are my heart, ornery boy, and I can't wait for the adventures that lie ahead.
Happy Birthday to you!
All my love, Mama
