August 6th came and went and your poor mommy completely forgot to write you a letter for your birthday. She was a little busy at the time.
Turning one wasn't that big of a deal to you. You are alway so happy and ready for anything. You always have a big toothy grin spread across your face and you are a delight to be around. (Most of the time, if you are teething you're not much fun!) You have this laugh that pulls people towards you and you have those big blue eyes that let you get away with nearly anything you want.
You were starting to cruise around the furniture and even taking 2-3 steps just as you turned one. You were an excellent crawler and could get into anything you wanted. You are fascinated with the toilet and all manner of things you could put into it, mainly your hands! You love peaches and sweet potatoes and your favorite thing is to eat and nurse!
You have become quite fond of a friend of mine, you even call him Dad! His name is Erick and two days after you turned one, I married him! So calling him Dad is totally fine and to be honest he lights up every time you do it. However, you seem to forget that I am the one that has fed and changed you the majority of your life and I am your favorite! As cool as Erick is, Mom is the favorite, got that?Right after you turned one (well a month) you were playing at the park with your brother and sister and well, Grace tried to "help" you up the slide and fell on top of you. Sadly, she broke your leg and oh she was devastated that she might have hurt you! You only fussed a little bit but didn't act too distraught. You wanted to nurse, something I am still trying to figure out how to get to you to stop and well when I tried to get you to walk to Papa about an hour later you wouldn't put any weight on it. A buckle fracture right below your left knee. You didn't let that slow you down though! You quickly learned to crawl and get around with the cast and even had to have it replaced because you wore a hole in it!
You love to be outside and I could fill this blog with so many pictures of you covered in dirt, out in the garden helping yourself to tomatoes! Or my basil that was by the front door! As soon as the front door is open you are gone! That goes for any door for that matter. If you see your chance you take it! You love to be outside to play in the dirt and just be a boy!
You are a delight my fat baby Si and I can't look at you without being so happy and grateful that I am your momma!
Love,
Mom
