Friday, June 15, 2012

Charlie, one year

 
Oh, my handsome, happy boy. I cannot believe I am writing this post. One. Our Charlie is one year old today. It's hard to believe.

We have loved every bit of change and excitement Charlie brought to our lives this past year. He's playful, mischievous, loving and his happiness is absolutely infectious. People see Charlie's smile and ask, "Is he always this happy?" and I can honestly say, "Always. Since day one." 

Sure, Charlie has his moments, especially when we keep him up too late, but oh, the way his face lights up when he sees someone he loves—be it Buddy, Mary Clare, us, grandparents or teachers—is just priceless. He flaps his arms, the squawking starts and the dimples come out in full force. And now that he is walking more and more, you should see the way he beams as we cheer him on and celebrate his longer treks. He especially loves it when Mary Clare gets in on the action.

And speaking of action, he likes to be in the middle of it. No longer content to be held, Charlie wants down. Now. Down so he can splash in Buddy's water bowl, bat at his sister's books and generally get up in everyone's business. The one solo endeavor he enjoys is stair climbing. If you look down and don't see him, there's a good chance he's on the stairs. And as soon as he sees someone has come to retrieve him, he throws back his head, squeals and kicks in the afterburner. Stinker.

Charlie must be in the middle of a growth spurt, because the boy can pack away the food. Breads and pastas are still near and dear to his heart, but he did some serious damage to the salmon we had the other night for dinner, which he followed by eating his weight in blueberries. I also served some test birthday cake for dessert the other night, and oh my word, does he have a sweet tooth. After finishing his dish of cake and blueberries, he started angry squawking at his dad until Chip gave him the cake left on his own dessert plate. Which, I might add, Chip was a bit reluctant to do. And so the food fights begin. Just not the type I had in mind.

We are a little behind with the sippy cup and spoon skills, so I worry about next week's transition to the toddler room, but we'll get there. What he may lack in skill, he certainly makes up for in spirit. And boy does he have spirit. Especially when he doesn't get his way.

 [no way I'm going to leave this sign alone]

 [how could you?]

[the birthday boy always wins]

Oh, Charlie bird. We love you so very much. Happy first birthday to the cutest, happiest and most engaging baby boy I know. We're so lucky to have you in our family.   

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