And here I am, writing about my 13-month old.
I just couldn't help it. He's changing and growing, and doing new things right before my eyes.
It's an every day kind of happening. Each and every moment, I'm grabbing my camera to capture these little moments.
These special moments I don't want to ever forget. So, I'll continue to write them here.
And one day, he'll read these and make fun of his mom for documenting every little detail of his life.
But what he won't realize just yet, is how these details aren't little. They're real. They're cherished. And they're ours.
Our memories. Memories, that create a scrapbook in our minds. The mind that gets lost in reverie thinking about these moments.
They're everything to me.
Carson, you're just over one and I can already see you as a teenager. When on earth did you get to be such a big boy?
With such a big pot belly!
You've taken a backseat with being a good eater, but man do you have a little pot belly. It's terribly cute. But I'm your mom and think everything about you is cute.
You are learning so much these days. You're watching us, and we are noticing. It seems like anything we do, you want to do too. Especially noises. We will make the most random noises with various connotations and rhythms and then you will try and mimic them. It's hilarious. You've even started taking our phones and putting them to your ear acting like you are talking on the phone. What are you, fifteen?
One of your newest things is dancing. You learned at school. Any time you hear one of your toys that has music or a kid-friendly tune, you start bouncing up and down and swaying back and forth. It's just the cutest.
You're still my tiny destructor. Our house if pretty much a disaster and you are constantly making messes. Your favorites are emptying all the bathroom drawers and cabinets, the Tupperware cabinet in the kitchen and anything you can destruct.
I'll find random things you carry all over the house, or drive myself crazy looking for things I know you took and misplaced. There have been several occasions where you have put your sippy cup somewhere it's not supposed to be (toy box, kitchen pantry), and then you'll find it days later and try to take a drink of old, spoiled milk. Oops.
You're just too dang active kid. You definitely keep me and your daddy on our toes.
The big kid room at school is going better than last month. You are doing well with the one nap and enjoying all the big-kid toys and outside play. I'm not sure you have enjoyed getting bit three times (yes, three!), but I'm sure you'll be the biter or troublemaker someday.
Speaking of a troublemaker, you have become a bit of a roughouser. I'm sure that comes with growing up and being a boy, but we visited a baby friend today and you gave him a not-so-nice slap on the face. I know you don't understand gentleness yet, but you will eventually.
Telling you no doesn't make you laugh anymore. In fact, you now cry. I think it's because we have gotten more stern and serious about getting you to truly understand when you are doing things you aren't supposed to.
Even though you can be rough (ahem, I blame it on the tiger), you can also be quite the lover. One of the most precious things you do these days is give hugs.
You love to hug babies, but you've also been giving me hugs when I get home from work. It just melts my heart. Yours too. You get the biggest smile on your face when when you give hugs, and it's the greatest sight in the world.
One of these days, you're not going to let me hug and kiss you like I do. And I don't want to think about that day. It's going to be a sad, sad day.
Just remember, I'm always here. With my arms wide open. If you need a hug son, I will gladly take one. So I can remember the days when you were thirteen months and gave me hugs all the time.
I love you sweet boy.
Love,
Your Totally Obsessed Mother
Carson at 13 months:
In the Closet: 12-18 months Diapers: Size 4 and 5. We found a box of 4s in the garage and they still fit ok.
Teeth: Still rocking out six teefers
Grub: Whole milk, and anything we can get you to eat. I think you might turn into a berry with as many blueberries and blackberries as you eat.
Sleep: I should really take this one off because it hasn't changed much since you were 6 weeks old. We are really in for it when we give you a sibling someday. You sleep 11-12 hours at night and take one nap during the day (2+ hours).
New Activity/Development: Using signs for milk, more and all done. We still consistently encourage you to wave, clap, blow kisses, give hugs, high fives, shake your head no, and nod yes. Working on going down the stairs on your rear (aren't you proud I didn't say butt!?).
Loves: Bath time, the life-size tiger, carrying shoes or bags around the house, your pottery barn chair, books, phones, remotes, anything heavy, shoulder rides, pushing cars around, pulling your train.
Hates: Being restrained. Going in the car seat if you don't want to. Getting things taken away when you're not supposed to have them. Getting your diaper changed if you don't want to. Being told no.
1 Comments:
I can't blame you for being totally obsessed…he's the cutest! Love his little sweater :)
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