Happy birthday Peanut,
I can’t believe you’re one year old already. It feels like the time has flown by, but I also can’t recall what life was like without you in it.
This past month has been full of missed deadlines for the blog and school because I’m chasing you around, a messy house because you follow me around un-cleaning everything I clean, and missed classes because even when you’re driving me nuts I still can’t seem to pull myself away from you.
You started signing back this month. You’ve done “more” a handful of times and you’ve also done “milk” and “all done” a couple times. Your favorite words are “ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma” when you’re angry and you call Kerri “dough”. You also say “mum-mum-mum-mum” when I ask you if you want a Mum Mum. You often make sounds that I’m sure you think are words, but you’ve obviously talking over my head. Is it Mama’s fault if she can’t understand quantum physics?
Now that it’s reasonably warm, you can’t get enough of the outdoors. Even on days when it’s not reasonably warm, you whine at the window wanting to go out. Grandpa and Grandma have some lovely looking—but not edible—berries in their backyard that I am constantly steering you away from. It is amazing how difficult it is to reason with a toddler—who knew?!
Grandpa’s gardening bench is apparently yours.
You are a dancing fiend. Also, your hair is long enough that it gets in your eyes so we have to put it in pigtails—which are darling.
Happy birthday “you little pill” (as Grandpa likes to call you when you’re causing trouble). Daddy and I are constantly in awe of how awesome you are. We are lucky to have you in our lives—no matter how tired it makes me.