42 minutes to sum up the joy of being with you every day. How all over the neglected hairy floors of our house are your little clothes, because you keep getting into water and dirt and leaves, and because when you try to drink out of straws, you forget to swallow sometimes, but you never forget to open your mouth and let the tea or Mountain Dew fall all over you.
The way you're learning so, so very quickly. Just today you learned how to blow kisses. Well, kind of: you put your palm on your cheek, or over your eye, then fling your hand from your face and go MMMMMMMMMMMUH! (To be fair, you put your hand over your mouth at least half of the time.) And how have you already figured out that shaking your head means "no"? How do you even know the CONCEPT of "no?"
You point at things. Just since last week; that's you seeing something cool and sharing it with us. Trucks, ceiling fans, televisions, dogs, everything amazing to you, and you're like, hey mom and dad, isn't that so cool over there? And we get genuinely excited, like YEAH RALEIGH WOW LOOK AT THAT LAMP, THAT IS AMAYYYYYZINNNNG!, but what's really amazing is you.
What's amazing is the curve of the back of your head, still so babyish. The way your hair curls - we call you "Little Mad Scientist Head." It's amazing how fast and confident you crawl around your world, scared only of stuffed animals with eyes.
1 evolved quickly from 1 day, speeding up exponentially as time went on. Were you always learning and growing so quickly, just quietly? One day you had a vocabulary of four words, and two days later you had eight or nine. Was your brain always doing that?
I couldn't stop thinking about you today. Woke up next to you like every day, our first interaction, smiles. Just this past weekend, we cleared out the storage room that was to be yours - back when we thought you were going to be sleeping in there - because you got so many birthday presents that we couldn't keep all your toys in the living room anymore. That's where we went first thing this morning, to play, because you're the birthday boy and even though you don't have a clue what that is, I wanted this day to be special for you.
Your dada drove home for lunch to see you, and the second he walked in the door he dropped his groceries on the floor of the foyer because you were reaching out for him to pick you up from my arms. We took him back to work after lunch, and I had to get some groceries too, and as I wheeled you through Food Lion asleep in your carseat I wanted to tell everyone I saw that you were 1 today. You make us so proud.
We got home and you played TrayWater while I made cupcakes, then we picked up dada again and the last hours of your day went about as usual, except messier. There was your baaAAAAaaaaaf, and dada and me trying to imitate the way you point, the way we always imitate you doing things - we always laugh so hard that way.
So now it's 33 minutes past the magical day where the minute of your birth went by. I constantly thought in awe of how you were just a baby this day last year, and now I don't even want to go into the baby sections in stores anymore because none of the toys there would keep your interest and most of the clothes there look like your size but are actually way too small.
Well, now it's actually 50 minutes past your birthday, you've woken up and I need to get you back to bed so I'm not going to spend time to think of a nice way to finish this. Happy birthday I love you!
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