Even with two older children who grow faster than weeds, I’m shocked at how much this boy has grown up in only a year.
He has gone from not wanting to put his feet on the floor to toddling everywhere as fast as they’ll go. Thank goodness he’s still not that fast yet, because I feel like I’m constantly trying to catch him before he runs off somewhere. “Holding hands in parking lots is for suckers!” —Ryan, probably
If he can climb it, he will. If it is moving, he will chase it. If he can pick it up, he will throw it. He shrieks + giggles + roars + sings + keeps us all completely entertained. His chin is perpetually bruised from all the times he has fallen on his face. Everything delights him: “Wow! Cool!” and, “Woohoo!” are staples of his vocabulary. He’s alternately fascinated by and scared of robots, monsters, and anything Halloween-ish. Airplanes, trains, trucks, helicopters, boats…all the vehicles are his favorites. All of them. He is curious + busy + so much fun.
Clearly he is my child because food is one of his love languages. If you have something to eat, he’ll follow you around with his mouth open like a baby bird, waiting for you to put something in it. He might be addicted to chocolate almond milk. I guess there are worse things.
He’s still a huge snuggle bug, which makes me so happy. I love when he curls right up with his head on my shoulder and his arm around my neck. Sometimes he pretends he is a cat or a dog and will meow or bark at our feet until we pet him. Other times he’ll literally climb on top of someone and pin them down with hugs + snuggles.
When I pick up the camera, he runs at me saying, “Cheeeeee!” The resulting out-of-focus under-bite grin melts me every time. Toddlers are already my favorite, and he is one of the best toddlers I’ve ever known.
Happy birthday, buddy! We sure do love you!