Harry’s first birthday came and went, and along with it a million milestones that seemed to happen all at once. It’s gone much too fast.
He’s walking now. Full-on walking. Not like a zombie anymore, but very much like a miniature adult.
He’s also starting to talk. He can say a handful of words: mama, dada, duck, ball, bubble, bucket (he’s partial to B-words), and a few animal noises. But, he knows a ton of words he can’t say yet. He knows all the animals in his match game, all of our dogs by name, and some body parts.
I’m sure he’s a genius.
He’s also adorable. He gets a ton of attention everywhere he goes. People stop their cars to tell us how cute he is. Yes, he stops traffic. It’s very flattering. We think he’s the most perfect creature that ever blessed the earth, but it’s nice to know other people dig him, too.
What’s most interesting is that he’s really starting to show his personality. He’s a calm little guy. He likes to do quiet things. He finds his own entertainment. He’ll spend an hour taking each of the pots and pans from the kitchen to the back porch one by one, and bringing them back again. He likes to put stuff in his big orange bucket. He likes to take the DVDs out of the cabinet, stack them up, and put them back (sort of). When we’re out in public, he’s quietly observing everything. He doesn’t fuss much. He’s just a cool, collected guy. He has good energy and doesn’t seem like a typical toddler.
He’s also getting very affectionate. When we’re out pulling weeds together (he puts the pulled weeds into the bucket for me), he stops every few minutes and gives me a hug or kiss. He loves to be held and kissed. I melt when he rests his head on my shoulder. It’s the best feeling in the world.
He’s almost perfect. In fact, I only say “almost” because it sounds rude to say anything is perfect. I’m sure he has flaws. I just don’t know what they are.
- The dogs
- Anything orange
- The garage
- Being outside
- The metal duck at the park
- The neighbor’s cat, who we’ve named Cat
- Remote controls
- Shaking his head no
- Getting into his carseat too soon after getting out
- Getting his teeth brushed
What’s Next: Hopefully, a new commitment to blogging! But, we’ll see. What do I write about now? Do I keep writing about Harry? Do I write about other things? What did I write about before? It’s an odd time. I find myself changing almost as much as Harry does. I hope that’s a good thing. More later.