Dear Daniel,
Has it really been a year since you made your rushed, dramatic entry into the world? If there's one thing I've learned about you these last twelve months, it's that when you make up your mind to do something, it must happen now. And it started with the moment I went into labor. You have a stubborn determination to do what you want to do, no matter how hard I try to persuade you otherwise. Your singleness of mind is disturbingly impressive.
In the last few weeks you have developed a firecracker personality. At one moment you are happy and giggling, and the next you might explode in a fit of frustrated rage. In essence, you've become an adorably squishy ticking time bomb with a shrill shriek to boot. And yet you can also be just as ready to start smiling and flirting again. You are adept at picking up social cues, and have even mastered the art of the courtesy laugh. You continue to absolutely hate being pinned down for diaper and clothing changes, but you're still generous with your wet, open mouthed kisses. Your curiosity about the world around you is evident in many forms -- the path of destruction you leave in your wake, the way your fingers like to wander their way into my nose, and the pleasure you seem to derive from sinking your teeth deep into my skin to see my startled, pained reaction.
You're growing up right before my eyes: you prefer the independence of a sippy cup to being held for a bottle, you get around the room on two feet, whether it's by cruising along furniture or pushing your push wagon across the floor (you're not quite ready to take independent steps), and you love to join in with the whatever the big boys are doing. It's been a good first year with you, Danny Boy, and I'm looking forward to many more to come. You are such a joyful part of of our family, and we would not be complete without you.
Happy first birthday!
Love,
Mama
Has it really been a year since you made your rushed, dramatic entry into the world? If there's one thing I've learned about you these last twelve months, it's that when you make up your mind to do something, it must happen now. And it started with the moment I went into labor. You have a stubborn determination to do what you want to do, no matter how hard I try to persuade you otherwise. Your singleness of mind is disturbingly impressive.
In the last few weeks you have developed a firecracker personality. At one moment you are happy and giggling, and the next you might explode in a fit of frustrated rage. In essence, you've become an adorably squishy ticking time bomb with a shrill shriek to boot. And yet you can also be just as ready to start smiling and flirting again. You are adept at picking up social cues, and have even mastered the art of the courtesy laugh. You continue to absolutely hate being pinned down for diaper and clothing changes, but you're still generous with your wet, open mouthed kisses. Your curiosity about the world around you is evident in many forms -- the path of destruction you leave in your wake, the way your fingers like to wander their way into my nose, and the pleasure you seem to derive from sinking your teeth deep into my skin to see my startled, pained reaction.
You're growing up right before my eyes: you prefer the independence of a sippy cup to being held for a bottle, you get around the room on two feet, whether it's by cruising along furniture or pushing your push wagon across the floor (you're not quite ready to take independent steps), and you love to join in with the whatever the big boys are doing. It's been a good first year with you, Danny Boy, and I'm looking forward to many more to come. You are such a joyful part of of our family, and we would not be complete without you.
Happy first birthday!
Love,
Mama
We spent the day at a playground with friends. You spent your time exploring, climbing, and sliding.
"What? For me?!"
Yay! New toys!
His big present was a collection of Schleich farm animals. I think it was a winner.
"Gimme those cupcakes!"
He really wanted to touch the candle. We really didn't want him to.
Judging by the mess he made, I think this party was a hit.
1 comment:
the last picture with frosting all over his face is just the best! happy birthday!!
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