Dear Baby Boy,
I haven’t written for a while and you have grown up so very much. I’m not sure how much longer I will legitimately be able to call you a baby. You are turning into a person right before my eyes. I love your sly little grin before you do something naughty and your sing-songy voice when you call “Mama” through the house looking for me.
I love your chubby little fingers and tiny arms wrapped around my neck and sometimes I wish you would stay this age forever. 15 months. That’s how old you turned yesterday. You are a little trouble maker and it makes me laugh when you torment your sisters. Just don’t tell them that. I love to watch you toddle around on your squat little legs and it cracks me up when you do your old man walk.
It drives me crazy when you forage for food. I swear it’s not possible to feed you enough. And you must have super sonic hearing because no matter where you are in the house, if the pantry door opens, you come running. I really need to clean it out so there is less for you to rummage through.
You like to play tricks, my little man. When I think you are stinky and I go to change your diaper and find you are not in fact stinky, you get a gleam in your eye and giggle. It’s like you just played the best trick ever.
I do wish you would sleep past 7:15, but one of my favorite ways to wake up is listening to you call “Mama” from your crib. I know you hate to sleep because you don’t want to miss anything, but I am glad you are still taking two naps a day.
I love the smell of your little head. I love it when you can’t stand it any longer and walking out the front door is the best freedom ever. And I don’t dare ever utter the words “icy pop” unless I am prepared to give you one. Your siblings think it is a fun game and therefore you eat at least 4 of them a day.
My little baby man, you drive me crazy and make me want to eat you up all in the same breath. I am so glad you joined our family.