You, my little boy, are simply wonderful. We love you so much. You are so much fun, you are so happy much of the time and we love you. We just love you.
I’m sorry I’ve been a bad momma and have not written you letters every month as I intended. I just went through the archives and I wrote you letters and took your picture when you were first born, and then at 3 months, 4 months, 6 months and 9 months. Today you are 15 months. I would’ve actually been kinda on track had I written you a post at 12 months. But, I did take your pictures when you turned one. So, I half got the job done. I’ll post those below, because in the last three months, your hair has gone super light. Everyone who hasn’t seen you in awhile comments on your hair and how curly and light and beautiful it is. Just last weekend your daddy cut it and gave you a little mohawk, which makes you pretty darn cute.
You are pretty darn cute despite the scratches and bruises that occupy your forehead, knees and anywhere else on your body that makes contact with the ground, which is something that happens often. You have been up and running for quite some time now, about 4.5 months, but you still fall. A lot. Most of the time, you fall and pop right back up. So the times you cry, I know it must hurt pretty bad. You haven’t lost any teeth yet though, so you have that on your sister.
We joke about how you are our sensitive child. You are really attached to me right now, so on days you are feeling especially emotional and tired, you cry and throw a fit if I even try to go to the bathroom. You run after me and throw yourself at the door and cry until I open the door, scoop you up and cuddle you. And then the tears disappear. As much as I hate to see you sad, it makes me happy that I can make you happy. There will come a day when you won’t need me as much, so I’m taking what I can get while I can get it.
While you are definitely sensitive and sweet and even like to pick flowers and push them at my face to smell them, there are things about you that are all boy. All the falling and bruises, for example. But really recently, you have taken a huge interest in balls and airplanes. I don’t remember Evelyn loving either of those things as much as you do. When I bring out our mini green and white soccer ball, your little face fills with delight and it’s easy to see you can’t contain your excitement. It doesn’t matter that it’s nothing new and you’ve probably just played with it before your nap, that thing makes you happy. You’ll go “ahhhhh!” when you see it, with your mouth open real round before it breaks into a huge, toothy grin. We’ll be outside, most recently at Charleson Park where there is a basketball court you love to “shoot” at, and you will just kick and throw and roll and hold that ball till you are good and sweaty. It’s so funny to see you and your little beer belly jog around after that ball, you are surprisingly fast. The only thing that really can take your attention away from the ball is if a plane flies by, in which case you stop, listen and then look up while saying “ahhhh!” again, searching for it in the sky. That, or food. Food can always distract you.
Theo, I could go on and on about how awesome you are. Because, well, you are. You are so young and little and yet you already love your family so much. I know we are all you know, but you really do love your sister and your momma and daddy. I love it when you wake up before your sister and go to her door to try and get her up because you want to play with her (I actually don’t like that you try to wake her up, but I love that you love her). When she does arouse from her slumber, and she’s usually not the cheeriest when she wakes up, you light up and smile and blabber on in your baby language, you even try and give her hugs. It’s the sweetest.
Oh, one last thing. I can’t finish without mentioning your Lovey. Lovey is to you as Evelyn’s Snookie was to her until we lost Snookie and had to replace him with Samantha. Never again. The day I lose Lovey (knock on wood) will not be a good day. Let’s hope it never comes. But you love your blue Lovey. He sleeps with you, goes outside with you, calms you down and just makes you a happy boy when you are grumpy.
I love you, Theo. I will be back next month with another letter:)
Playing a bit of catch up here. Last pics I posted, you were 9 months. So, here you are at 10. I’ve decided that even if I don’t have “real” pics of both you and your sister, I’ll do my best to post every month and use Instagrams. Everybody loves an Instagram anyways. I do at least.
10 months, March 2012.
11 months, April 2012.
12 months, May 2012.
13 months, June 2012.
14 months, July 2012.
15 months, August 2012.