One year. Amazing to believe that 365 days can pass so quickly, and yet, so slowly at the same time. Amazing to believe that one year ago we were a family of three (+ Tope), and we were just at that stage of "wow, everything is starting to feel normal again." Then you came along.
Your arrival was a bit rough - but hey, you have some playground bragging rights. "Think you're tough? Well, I was born with a broken collar bone!" My Big Baby, yet so tiny at the same time.
As soon as you arrived, it was like you'd been here all the time. You fit in like the missing puzzle piece. Everything was calmer the second time around. I like to think I was more relaxed, but I think you made it easy. That's what you are...easy. Happy. Sweet. Calm.
A calm baby who rarely cried, but boy can you smile. That's the reaction you get when out and about, "Wow! He is happy!" And, happy you are. Always (well, almost always, you do have your moments).
You settled into the role of little brother like a pro. Although we often caution Anna with that ominous day when "he will be bigger than you," you delight in her attention and affection. She loves you so much (some days we have to reel in her excitement and tight "love you to death" hugs), but I see a strong relationship for you two in the future. And that makes my heart soar.
There is a something so different about a baby boy. Friends had tried to describe it to me before you were born, but it is indescribable. The sweet smiles, snuggly hugs, and shouts of "mama!" melt my heart. And you're so physical, curious, into everything. You leave no cabinet unopened. If there is a baseball, football, soccerball, you name it, within a 30-foot radius, you will chase it down. "Ba! ba! ba!" I've fished not two, but THREE bugs (2 roly-polys and 1 snail) out of your mouth. One of your first sounds was "vroom!" for your cars, then "roar" for dinosaurs and lions. You are a boy through and through.
And you are ours. Growing up, yet still our sweet baby James.
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