One Year

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Dear David,


On Tuesday, you turned 1! Crazy! I am pretty sure it was about 10 minutes ago that it was last Christmas, and you were being passed from arm to arm until you wanted to nurse. And then arm to arm to sleep.

Cutest little fireman ever!

I don’t even know how to describe your personality. You are giggly and happy a lot of the time. Except when you’re not. You have always been very sure of what you want and never failed to make it known. When you are mad, you’re mad. You will pound things and throw things and wail like your little heart is breaking. This is possibly why you didn’t sleep in a bed until you were at least 3 weeks old.

Right now, you sleep most nights from at least 7:30 to 4. It’s not my favorite time to wake up, but it’s better than 1 a.m. Some nights you make it until 6 or 7, and then I am ecstatic. You usually take at least one long nap and one shorter nap. You are a very light sleeper, which is a little unfortunate, especially since you share a room with your sister. 


You have had a very healthy year, with just one ear infection and some sniffles here and there. You are maybe on the smaller side, but not from lack of eating. You still love to nurse and do so pretty often, as well as eating a lot of table food. Your favorite is fruit, and you would eat mandarin oranges, pineapple, and grapes until you exploded. I’ve never nursed a baby past a year, so I guess we’re both playing this by ear; but given your enthusiasm for it still, I can’t imagine just cutting you off now.

Carrot mustache!

You have 7 teeth, giant blue eyes, blonde hair, and sometimes I think I see a little dimple on one side of your cheek. You started crawling at 5 months and walking at 11, and at 12 months you’re toddling along with some surety.

You love balls, dogs, cars, your sister, nursing, and shoving everything you find into your mouth. You dislike it when Mama walks anywhere near you without picking you up, being shoved over and choked by your sister, the vacuum cleaner, and running out of food you like.

My sweetie boy, my Doodle Bug, I didn’t think I would ever have a son. But I do, and I love it, and you’re awesome. I wouldn’t trade all the sleep in the world for one of your precious giggles and grins. You are all boy, and that scares me a little, but I look forward to continuing to see your personality develop.

Love you so so much!


Serious bliss.

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