Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Oh, Baby Peyton. It's your birthday and I'm finding it hard to believe that it's been a year since you were born. It feels like I turned around to spray poop off a diaper and when I turned back around there you were, a toddler where my squishy newborn was just a second ago. But at the same time, it feels like you've always been here.
Science tells us that our children's DNA can be found in our own brains. That makes perfect sense since all my memories are now somehow imprinted with you.
When I first saw you, I just thought, "There you are." And up until that point I had no idea I had been looking for you.
Yes, we've had plenty of bumps along the way. But I wouldn't trade my worst day with you for the best day without you. Because it would be empty.
At one whole year, here are some tidbits to remember:
You started walking on June 27th, right into your Daddy's arms. We were just sitting there talking with you standing between us when you suddenly took 3 shakey steps and collapsed giggling into his hug. I haven't seen your Dad light up like that since the day you were born. Thank you for giving that to him.
You wake us up in the morning by sitting up and slapping us on the nose.
You understand most of what I say to you. If I tell you it's time for a diaper change you head straight for the nursery. But I have to distract you with toys and songs to actually change your diaper because you are quite the squirmy nut these days.
You are 28 inches tall.
You are 19 pounds.
You are all attitude and independence. Lately I will turn around to tell you about something only to find you've silently left the room in search of something more interesting. Like a pile of mismatched socks. Or the drawer of printer paper. When I discover you getting into something you look at me very matter of factly as if to say "Yes, I'm destroying this book. Tough cookies."
You give kisses now. But you are very sophisticated about it. You jut your chin up and give us a peck then pull back and wait for us to say Thank You.
You crinkle your nose when you smile.
You like to chase the puppy around.
You still don't sleep well, but I've accepted tired as an aspect of my personality for now and you carry on being the boss.
You are loved by everyone who knows you.
I am so happy you are here, Sweet P. Happy Birthday.