Your first birthday has come and gone, but you make the 26th day of every month worth celebrating. Yesterday you turned 13 months. At this age, you are so full of personality (Do I say that every month?). You laugh everytime we pretend to sneeze. When you get excited, you sit and shake your legs. You can be a bit bossy and let me know, in no uncertain terms, when you are bored and want to do something else. You've taken to biting me when you're frustrated (for some reason you never bite Daddy). When you do this, I'm supposed to tell you 'no' and act aloof for a minute (according to your doctor). But I'm not sure I quite pull it off, as you barely seem to notice my 'aloofness' before you're off doing the next thing.
You really enjoy being busy. Whether it's a trip to Target, or your new baby gym class, you love being out and about. You could care less about toys - your favorite activity is emptying out the bathroom cabinets. You've started to show an interest in watching TV, and especially like Yo Gabba Gabba and your Baby Einstein movie about colors.
You have turned into an excellent little sleeper, taking one nap a day and sleeping 12 unterrupted hours at night. If I would've known I had THAT to look forward to, I would've kept my complaining during your first year to a minimum.
I'm starting to worry you may have a serious addiction to goldfish crackers.
Your dad and I are pretty sure you can say 'up,' 'cat,' 'no,' and 'that.' I've been working hard to show you where your nose and belly are, but so far, you have a care factor of zero. Hopefully we'll have that mastered by high school graduation.
You will stand or take a few steps when I put you into position, but show no interest in doing these things on your own. This really shocks me, as you are such a mover, I fully expected you to walk by your first birthday. I'm not worried. I know you will walk eventually. For now you are perfectly content to grab my hand and use it to walk yourself wherever you want to go.
Another thing you LOVE to do is climb. You climb whatever you can, wherever you happen to be. You regulary climb into the bathtub (sometimes when the tub is still filling and you are fully clothed). You've also taken to climbing the stove to reach whatever happens to be on it. Sort of scary.
To celebrate 13 months of making your parents insanely happy, I made you (us) some Halloween cupcakes.
Notice the bottom right? The smeared frosting? That would be you, My Dear. Remember that climbing the stove thing I mentioned? Yeah, that was you. Trying to help yourself.
Since I'm a firm believer in the occasional treat, I let you have one. Oh my. You LOVED it.
Thank you, sweet babe o' mine, for a wonderful year and one month.
For your 13th month, we have something BIG in the making. Think cowboy hats and a three hour plane ride.
Loving you more than words can say,
PS. Like how I snuck in some pictures from yet another trip to the pumpkin patch??