Posted on | April 22, 2010 | 12 Comments
Stealing a page from my dear friend “Blair” on this one. It’s necessary that I write a letter to J on this momentous occasion!!
It’s hard for Mommy to believe that eight months ago I didn’t know what your face looked like. And hard to remember that this time last year she was having a Level II Ultrasound and wasn’t sure if you were even going to be okay… if you were going to be born at all.
You constantly amaze me, my darling son. I could watch you play for hours. You can move now and you drag your body around by your arms at way too fast a pace for my liking. I caught you staring, mesmerized, at the outlets on the walls the other day so those had to go “bye bye” under some safety plugs. You love being on your playmat but your favorite part these days is to drag yourself over to the sides and pull the pieces up and shove them in your mouth. It’s very cute and very annoying because those pieces don’t stay nearly as clean as I would like! You love to eat. You will eat almost anything, except peaches, which is strange and funny and sort of an adorable thing to not like.
You haven’t been sleeping as well as Mommy and Daddy would like but we’re dealing. We can’t try the “Cry it Out” method because Mommy can’t handle you crying… it feels like pieces of me are breaking in half and attacking my heart. It’s painful for me when you cry. Especially when you are in your crib and you scoot over to the side, pull down the bumper, press your face against the crib slats and sob while staring at me. It’s probably the most pitiful thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to handle you crying.
You are learning so much these days, J. When you are thinking really hard about something you open your mouth and breathe loudly through it and it cracks Mommy and Daddy up. You are a constant source of joy and amusement, even when you are crying and cranky… like you have been for the past couple of days. You light up like a Christmas tree every time you see your furbrother, A.J. I’ve never seen anyone look as excited as you do when he comes over and gives you kisses.
I don’t know how we lived without you, J. You are everything a son should be. You know how to make both Mommy and Daddy smile when we’re sad. You are learning to play gently with A.J. You love books and will sit still for entire stories just drinking in the pictures and the sound of Mommy’s voice reading to you. You also love to shove the books in your mouth when the story is finished; I like to think you want to take in every part of it, but I think you just want to feel the cardboard on your gums.
In short (or long), you are my best thing. As Mommy’s favorite new book says, “You are my ‘I love you.'” I can’t wait to see what the next months bring into our lives and I thank you for being the son you are and the wonderful, darling, adorable, special, ridiculously too cute for your own good little boy who has made and still makes every day an adventure.
I love you little man.