Your first birthday party was held at COESPACE. It was such fun. Your friends were there, Amma and Afi too, Gram, Adam and Annie ... you had a blast. Sweet Sarita made vegan cupcakes that were DELICIOUS. It was a little man theme: mustaches galore! We dined at Dysart's later but you missed it:
I'm so proud of you. You make Dad and I so happy. You're happy, healthy, and any fussiness is short-lived.
I'm also proud of me. Surpassed my goal of nursing you for one year. (TMI? Deal with it, kid). We're going strong. I celebrate not because breastfeeding makes me 'badass' (language!) or a super Mama, but because it was hard work and important to your health, and we managed it together.
You have stopped smooching me, and instead plant those open-mouth-sloppy-kiss on Dad. COME ON.
For about a month, I had a few phrases on repeat:
"We don't pinch Mommy's tummy."
"We don't bang our head on windows."
"We don't bite people we love."
"We don't bang our head on windows."
"We don't bite people we love."
Now I just say in a booming voice, "DON'T you do it!" and you know that what you're doing is wrong (because you'll shake your head 'no', adorable!) and that tickles are coming your way. Tickles = distraction and opportunity to refocus on a different, more appropriate activity. Works every time. Plus your giggle is SO CUTE.
Big milestones: you walk now, eat with a spoon, hold a sippy cup, say a few words, point to things you want, and play hard with friends. You're curious, smart and brave.
I love you, Hootoo. Here's to another great year full of adventures! We'll start after that nap...
xo
Yo Mama



