Dear Elijah,
You turned one a few days ago. Of course you had no idea. We
celebrated by making you wear a hat which you didn’t like very much—the string
kept getting wedged in your folds of chin chub—and taking a proper photograph.
You’ve grown so much just in the past few months. You took
your first steps just the day before you turned one. You can follow simple
directions. You grab your own food in the high chair. You are the best sleeper;
your bedtime routine is about five seconds long and if you cry at all it’s just
for a few moments. You take two real good naps and sleep ten hours overnight
without making a sound (these of course are the things that matter).
You are our most fearless baby. You love the water! You want
to jump right into the pool, and don’t mind getting water on your face in the
tub. You shimmy right up the steps so often we actually understand now why
people get stair gates. You love catching balls, and you throw them with so
much accuracy your dad believes you have quite an athletic future ahead of you.
You also seem to be a mostly easy-going baby. Your
infanthood was such a joy to us. Mommy took care of you all by herself, days
and nights, after you were born, and it wasn’t even that bad. You took the
bottle when you had to. You slept through the night pretty early. You adapt
your naps to our family schedule without much complaining.
Your life revolves a lot around your older brother and
sister, who both love you fiercely and loudly. Ellie grabs you around your
middle and hoists you around the house (you seem to like that). Eric likes to
push his face up to yours and shout really loudly, or drape his blankets on top
of your head, or lie on you (you don’t seem to like that). Unfortunately a lot
of your energy centers around trying to play with the elaborate toy set-ups
that the two of them don’t want you to disturb.
Daddy has a very special love for you. He really treasured
your infancy in a way I’ve never seen before. He used to hold you for hours at
night, just walking around the house, and maybe as a result you’ve never preferred
me to him. He always talks about how cute you are, and he really misses you at
the end of a work day.
We love you, buh-bee. Happy first birthday!
Love,
Mommy
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