Notes for Posterity

You're a year and a month old now. You've finally gotten the hang of walking. We'll tell people you walked at a year, but it was probably the very last day of that last month before you started to take a few steps by yourself.

You love fuzzy things. Hand you a stuffy and you'll plop flat over so you can smoosh your face in it, then you'll waggle your head back and forth so you can really enjoy the soft. Oh, the soft.

You've got Four teeth on top, three and half on bottom, and one molar's worth of prickles in the back. Three more molars are about to come through.

You have quite the vocabulary- "Moooommm-my!" (ascending pitch) means food, me or Poppy. SooSee! (Descending pitch) Means Lucy doggie. "Hi" is self explanatory, and rare. "Uh Oh" means you're enjoying throwing things off your highchair. "Gank Goo" means Thank you and is spoken after every bite of food. You also spend a lot of time saying "BaaaBoo!", but I couldn't say why.

Just this week you've been spending a lot of time learning how to walk whilst holding something. It's proven to be very tricky. You've also been devoting a lot of time to Sip, your sister's stuffed guiney pig. She is less than thrilled, so we've been trying to convince you that Cookie Monster is a suitable alternative. You usally agree, because he says things, like "Dumdeedumdumdum" and "Cooooookie" and he burps. Sip never burps.

Your brother noticed that you are very photogenic. He's right. Seems like all the pictures we have of you are good ones- big smiling baby face. Everyone should be so lucky.

Nothing much else to say, I just wanted to make a note of how wonderful and fun you are right now, because it all goes by so fast.

Love,
Mom

Party Foul

So Poppy was giving you a bath, and he hollered down that he needed me. I assumed the bath was over, so I toodled around and grabbed some diapers, your nu-nu, some PJ's. He hollered again, and I told him I was just getting stuff together. As I came up the stairs he asked what was taking so long, and I told him I was getting the bedtime neccesities, wasn't he calling for help getting you guys to bed?

And then I heard you grunting.

Sure enough, you'd laid a log the size of your leg in the tub. I sit down to start clearing out the toys. Poppy starts the water draining. Your sister sets in with a running commentary. It's all very exciting. That's about the time you realize the poop might touch you, and you set in screaming. I rescued you by moving you upstream. By the time the water runs out, you're staring bug-eyed and your sister is hanging over the edge of the tub to gawk at the baby ruth. You guys are watching it like it's going to hop up and dance, or lunge and bite, or turn into an oracle. I've never seen anyone so fascinated by poop.

And then Poppy grabbed it with some toilet paper and it was gone.

Not much of a story, really, but it will have to do, because I didn't have the camera.

Love,
Mom