Hannibal

So my boy is a maniac. Climbing onto furniture, fiddling with knobs on the stove, pulling the protective covers out of the light sockets. And he's not even really walking yet (though he is taking tentative steps here and there). "We're going to have to chain him up like Hannibal Lecter," my husband said, and it's true.

He's also been going on a lot more play dates lately. That's one thing I do love about this neighborhood, is all my mom friends. And it's really easy to make new ones in the area. Though one thing I have found is that if you are a mom, you can instantly hit it off with another mom, no matter how little you have in common or how horrible that person might actually be. Like, if I met Kim Jong Un's wife and she had a kid, I'd probably be like, "And how old is your little guy? Does he sleep through the night yet?"

One!!!!!

My baby turned one last Sunday!!!!!!

I know this was meant to be kind of a tongue-in-cheek, snarky blog, but forgive me while I do something unbearably corny and write a letter to my son, for posterity:

My dearest S:

You are one! Happy birthday to my most precious baby! Your daddy and I are so crazy about you, you cannot even imagine. This has been the happiest year of our lives, thanks to you. Seriously, I have your pictures all over my cubicle at work and I just stare at them. (I might have to take them down if someone notices.) I daydream about you all day. Your huge, dimply smile, bright blue eyes, throaty laugh and happy personality have brought us so much joy, you can't even imagine.

And we had so much fun throwing your first birthday party, here at home, with your closest family and friends around. You got a little pissed off right at the time we started singing happy birthday and trying to give you cake, but that's because dumb mommy tried to put your birthday hat on and snapped your sweet little face with the rubber band snap. Sorry, little dude. Next year I'll do better. But for the most part you seemed really happy, pointing excitedly at all the decorations and exclaiming, "That! That!" It was so cute.

Christine said you took your first steps at music class yesterday! I am so sorry I wasn't there to see it. But I know you were in good hands. As you learn and explore more this year, mommy and daddy will be right there with you, watching in awe as you learn and grow and take in the world around you. My dearest son, you are so loved.