You turned one. We didn't have a party. You had a fever and an ear infection. You didn't get many presents because we couldn't come up with much that you didn't already have as a hand me down toy from your brother. You only got one line in a very brief blog post.
But you tried your first cupcake. And family from both sides came to shower you with kisses. And maybe you don't have a single page written in your baby book yet but kiddo, we are so in love with you.
You are our go-with-the-flow baby. Even when you were sick there was no complaining from you. You know how to walk but don't feel like committing just yet. The words are starting to come: dada, ba (ball), ffffffa (fan), tuh tuh (tree)... and just when I'd given up on you ever saying "mama", a few nights ago after nursing, you looked right at me and slowly said, "maaamaaa" and I lost it. It was like you were waiting for the right time, as the nursing is finally coming to an (emotional) close. And good lord you can eat. Nine times out of ten you out-eat your brother.
(yeah, that would be a whole raw pepper)
There aren't words to describe your love for your big brother. You watch him, you follow him, you imitate him. You can't bear to be left out of anything he's doing. If you wake up from your nap first, you make a beeline for his room and start banging on his door like you can't handle one more second away from him. Watching you two play together makes my heart explode.
But you. You are here. You have made our family complete. And I'm sorry that watching two kids means that you sometimes eat dirt and chalk and that you probably have more bumps and bruises than your brother did at your age. But I love you with all my heart. I can't wait to see what you bring to us in your next year.