Baby B turned one on Sunday, and frankly I'm in a glass case of emotion about it.
We're only having two babies, and every time I look at him I realise he is the last baby who will snuggle into me, babble at me, chuckle at me. And now he's one, he's getting that bit closer to stopping all the baby stuff.
I didn't remember to write much down about P when she was a baby. I did find a Word document saved somewhere on the computer yesterday that contained lots of her words and phrases from 15 months onwards thank goodness, but nothing from when she was one. Silly me.
But I can write some stuff down about B.
B can say "Mama", "Dada", and "nana" (like "banana"). Nana is his favourite thing so that he seems to call everything he wants "nana".
He can play "peekaboo" with us, clap hands, and babble long sentences that I feel I can almost decipher sometimes.
He can pull up to stand, and crawl as fast as any baby I've seen.
If I ask him "Kiss for mummy?" he sometimes plants one on my lips, but sometimes he frowns and shakes his head vigorously instead. Cheeky.
He bops along to music like a maniac on the dancefloor. His favourite is La Roux "Going in for the Kill" or whatever it's called. How hip am I?
He sleeps like a log all through the night, alone in his room, with the door shut, in the pitch dark. I know! God bless second babies.
He laughs all the time, but nobody can get quite the belly laugh out of him that P does. He adores her. P has a special teddy called "Beanie". It's a pink one of those weird Beanie Baby things (Google it). She asked if we could buy B a blue Beanie for his birthday, so I took her to the shops and she chose one. She called him "Jack Beanie", like Jack and the Beanstalk. Naturally she is monopolising both Beanies but B doesn't mind. Yet.
He is a dear, sweet, cuddly, loving and lovable baby boy and we adore him.
Happy birthday to our darling boy, and may he always find life as easy and full of joy as he does right now.
|Me and P on her first birthday.|
|Me and B on his first birthday.|