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Happy Birthday, Sawyer.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Happy 1st Birthday, Baby Boy
Dear Sawyer,
Today you turn a year old. My sweet, chunky, cuddly, smiling baby is already turning into a big boy. I'd be lying if I said I'm not a little bit sad about that. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I want to freeze this moment, keep you just like this.
I love that you only have two teeth, one on top and one on bottom, and that you crinkle up your nose in a silly sort of smile to show them off. I love that your hair is just starting to grow and that it's so light that you still look bald. I love that your hands and face and clothes and hair are usually sporting remnants of whatever food you were testing out at the last meal. I love that you play with my rings while you're nursing, curled up in my lap in your chair, and I love holding you after you've fallen asleep and watching your angel eyes flutter as you settle.
These baby moments are fleeting.
You keep showing me that you're growing up. I am proud of you. I really am, no matter how bittersweet it is to admit that you're not that tiny bundle I pulled up onto my chest and kissed for the first time a year ago.
At a year old, you're becoming a chatterbox just like your big sisters. You are saying more and more words every day.
"All done. Uh-oh. Mama. Dada. Ball ball. Cup. Sista. Weee! Dancin'. Pappaw. Pop. Up. Minn-uh (for Minnie and Mickey). Choo-choo. Mmmm. Dog. Cat. Thank you. Hi. Hey. Bye bye. Whassat (what's that)? This. Yay! Oh. Whoa. Wow. Duck. Clap. Baby."
There are more that don't spring to mind right now, and we are in awe when you attempt to repeat even the most difficult of words. It's impressive. You also do a mean quack and growl.
Last week, you took your first steps. You walked to me, and I beamed because I knew you put forth a lot of effort to get to your Mommy. I'm a little happy that you're still unsure about walking and refuse to do more than a couple of steps at a time. For a little while, at least, I get to see your silly "gorilla crawl"--your on-all-fours mode of transportation. You are so adept at it. And I love to see your little booty stuck up in the air as you speed across the room.
You have a way of making everyone so happy. We can't help but smile when you dance and clap and laugh. You have always been so sweet, so calm, and so full of love.
When you were born, I was filled with such a sense of power and pride, and those feelings have not ended. I am proud to be your Mommy. I am amazed at how you made our family feel whole, like you were missing all along, the third sparkle in my eye. You bring joy to us all, and you are loved beyond what you will ever be able to comprehend.
My Mommy's Boy.
Happy birthday, love.
I hope your day and your life are filled with as much happiness as you bring to all of us.
Love,
Mom
Today you turn a year old. My sweet, chunky, cuddly, smiling baby is already turning into a big boy. I'd be lying if I said I'm not a little bit sad about that. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I want to freeze this moment, keep you just like this.
I love that you only have two teeth, one on top and one on bottom, and that you crinkle up your nose in a silly sort of smile to show them off. I love that your hair is just starting to grow and that it's so light that you still look bald. I love that your hands and face and clothes and hair are usually sporting remnants of whatever food you were testing out at the last meal. I love that you play with my rings while you're nursing, curled up in my lap in your chair, and I love holding you after you've fallen asleep and watching your angel eyes flutter as you settle.
These baby moments are fleeting.
You keep showing me that you're growing up. I am proud of you. I really am, no matter how bittersweet it is to admit that you're not that tiny bundle I pulled up onto my chest and kissed for the first time a year ago.
At a year old, you're becoming a chatterbox just like your big sisters. You are saying more and more words every day.
"All done. Uh-oh. Mama. Dada. Ball ball. Cup. Sista. Weee! Dancin'. Pappaw. Pop. Up. Minn-uh (for Minnie and Mickey). Choo-choo. Mmmm. Dog. Cat. Thank you. Hi. Hey. Bye bye. Whassat (what's that)? This. Yay! Oh. Whoa. Wow. Duck. Clap. Baby."
There are more that don't spring to mind right now, and we are in awe when you attempt to repeat even the most difficult of words. It's impressive. You also do a mean quack and growl.
Last week, you took your first steps. You walked to me, and I beamed because I knew you put forth a lot of effort to get to your Mommy. I'm a little happy that you're still unsure about walking and refuse to do more than a couple of steps at a time. For a little while, at least, I get to see your silly "gorilla crawl"--your on-all-fours mode of transportation. You are so adept at it. And I love to see your little booty stuck up in the air as you speed across the room.
You have a way of making everyone so happy. We can't help but smile when you dance and clap and laugh. You have always been so sweet, so calm, and so full of love.
When you were born, I was filled with such a sense of power and pride, and those feelings have not ended. I am proud to be your Mommy. I am amazed at how you made our family feel whole, like you were missing all along, the third sparkle in my eye. You bring joy to us all, and you are loved beyond what you will ever be able to comprehend.
My Mommy's Boy.
Happy birthday, love.
I hope your day and your life are filled with as much happiness as you bring to all of us.
Love,
Mom
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