First Thanksgiving

Yesterday was your first Thanksgiving!  You made quite a splash, smearing stuffing and mashed potatoes all over everything you touched, and finishing off the day by making a lightning-fast grab at the cranberry sauce and overturning the family-sized bowl onto your grandparents dining room carpet. We cleaned it up pretty well.  I was thankful for that.

Your first year has flown by.  Today you are still a baby, but we are going to your school today to learn about your upcoming transition to the toddler room.  The TODDLER room. Be still my soul.

So here's what I have learned about you so far:  first, you are a serious trooper.  I mean, you have had one ear infection after another for months on end.  Your nose is never not running.  And with all those sore ears, you were in a big old plastic helmet for four months!  But in all of the miserableness of constantly having a cold, your smile is the most contagious thing about you.  Everyone comments on how happy you are.  And to be sure, you have your unpleasable moments just like everyone else, but those are the minority.  Most of the time, you're a happy-go-lucky little boy.  Lately, you love to speed-crawl into mountains of blankets or pillows and then roll over quick, so that you roll right down the mound and onto the floor.  And then you do this baby-chuckle that is totally hilarious.  I love that.

Second, you are persistent.  This is a trait that runs in our family, and I can already tell that you have it too.  You're just starting to walk, and you fall.  A lot.  But you don't cry when you fall, like a lot of little walkers do.  You get ready to go down and stick your bottom out, and you thump to the floor. You don't mind the bump if it gets the job done.

Third, you are busy.  So busy that I don't have another second to pontificate about your smiles, your baby chuckle, your playful nature.  Got.to.go.

With Love,
Mom