You are the apple of your Momma and Dada’s eyes. Your smile lights up our hearts and every room you’re in; other people can’t help but respond too, and that’s an amazing gift to have. I hope you keep that smile, that openness and joy and curiosity about life for ever and ever. And keep waving at everyone from the grocery cart – they love that too.
I love living in your world right now. I love watching you play, watching you explore and figure things out (yes, even your desperate desire to get your hands on the dog food). Speaking of the dog, you think she’s just about the coolest thing EVER, followed only by watermelon, playing with Dada, and maybe splashing in the bathtub. Maybe. She’s growing to tolerate you, too, as long as you don’t mess with her while she’s sleeping. Let the sleeping dog lie, Little Man, let her lie.
You are so clearly developing your own personality, your likes and dislikes, and hints of humor are coming through. You clearly know all about what Hi and Yay mean, with appropriate waves and claps, and banana will soon be the first word in your vocabulary at the rate we’re going (I’m counting Hiii for now but let’s go for banana). Yesterday you were crawling down the hall and I said “I’m gonna get you!” and you took off with a laugh, just like you knew exactly what was going on. Then you stopped, sat up, and thrust your hand up in the air, clearly demanding to be picked up. I DID get you, and we both couldn’t be happier.
I tickle you awake some mornings and you seem to like it. This is not an invitation to do the same to me down the road…
You love to flip through your books, “reading” loudly for a while then you grab up those books and raise them in the air or drag them over to us with a clear demand to read them to you. Current favorites include Baby Tractor and the Busy Spider’s favorite words, probably for the wild and crazy animal sounds coming from our mouths as much as anything else. I’m perfecting my goat and sheep, and I have a pretty good cow and rooster if I do say so myself, but luckily you find them all pretty cool. Thanks, kid. Someday when you decide we’re anything BUT cool I’ll have these memories to fall back on (mooooo!).
And someday when you’re eating us out of house and home because you’re taller than your Grandpa H, I’ll remember the way you so clearly enjoy eating as you sit in your highchair swinging your feet, talking to your peas, rubbing your head on the back and doing the most awesome little wiggle dance. You started that wiggle dance last week and I can’t get enough – keep it up! Let’s have some dance parties, okay? Since you’re rapidly approaching the dreaded Small Baby Walking (running, crashing, climbing) stage those dance parties are gonna be here before I know it (yay! drat!! YAY!!!). I so look forward to the first time you run down the hall yelling Dada!!! (you’re finally saying dada!) when Matt get’s home. I can hardly wait.
We love you Forrest. We’ll never be able to say that enough but we’ll keep trying.