Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Dear Boy (12 months)
You are now 12 months old and a full year has passed since your Dad and I held you in our arms for the first time, a ruby-lipped squalling baby boy. Some days it feels like you have been living with us for so much longer and other times, it's like you only just arrived and we're still trying to figure you out. I think we'll be trying to figure you out for a long time yet. You change so much, sometimes right in front of our eyes.
In the last month, you've starting showing us how much you understand and how clever you are. You love to clap your hands and go about that task very seriously, nodding to us when it's our turn to clap. You even practice clapping in your sleep. You are also practising your Zen meditations on the sound of one hand clapping.In the last day or two, you've translated this into the actions for 'Twinkle, twinkle, little star', forming a crooked little diamond with your chubbsy fingers and throwing them behind your head.
You're a big chatterbox but are still playing with sounds rather than forming recognisable words. So far the only ones we can pick out besides mumumumum and dadadadadad are 'up' and 'down' (or 'darn' really), which you started saying when you crouch and spring up to surprise us. There was also a discernible 'night-ight' in there somewhere.
You're still a crawling fiend but you're spending much more time standing up and cruising the furniture. You've also done a few free-form stands, shaking off our hands or pushing gently back from whatever you're grasping. So far, it's only 5, 10, 20 seconds that you can stand there but you're picking up one foot or the other and feeling out how to shift your balance. Not long now until you're break out into a few steps.
You're pretty much eating 'human' food now, slightly mushed versions of what we eat or big fist-fulls of things you can chew on all by yourself. You've also just finished the last tin of formula and are now a cow's milk boy, although I'm still not 100% sure about that. It sure is cheaper but of course your worry-wort Mum just needs to be a worry-wort about it for a little longer while I reassure myself that you're actually consuming the right amount of vitamins and minerals. Just amuse me for a little longer. Because you've just had your first Christmas and your first birthday party, your tastebuds have been delighted with plum pudding, custard, ice-cream, pavlova, chocolate cake, icing, cheezels and jelly snakes.
I'll write more about all of that later, with lots of photos, once we're home from our awfully big holiday filled with cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents of all shapes and sizes. As always, you've been such a trouper while we're travelling.
Happy birthday Dear Boy. We're looking forward to seeing what one brings us.