Dear Emerson J,
Today is your birthday. Your very first celebration of the anniversary of you coming into our lives. It's been a funny year for our family: a long deployment followed by a PCS to a place none of us had been before. But there you have been. Growing and thriving and loving through all of it.
You didn't cry or shy away when daddy came home. You nearly jumped into his arms and smothered him with kisses.
You handled the long, long, flight from Hawaii to Atlanta like a champ (as long as you were in my arms) and charmed everyone along the way.
Your personality is so big and lovely and funny. I couldn't have listed out a better combination of awesome.
Here is a little snapshot of "You", right now:
You love...
...your brothers, dog, and daddy.
...anything green: avocado, spinach (so long as it is cooked), peppers, and cucumber.
...playing while carrying something in each hand. Usually you like these to be two of the same thing (blocks, balls, books).
...singing the "Tiny Turtle" song. Your favorite part is the "bubble, bubble, POP!" part.
...shoes. Specifically your shoes. They are a very novel concept at the moment.
...banging on things. We are pretty sure you are going to be a drummer at some point--you have more rhythm than momma (which, really, isn't too much of a feat).
...books and reading.
...giving out big kisses and hugs.
...standing at the window and hollering at whatever you see outside.
...feeding the dog straight off your high chair tray.
...garbage trucks.
You REALLY don't like...
...napping.
...when daddy leaves for work.
...being held/strapped into your stroller in a new place. You just want to get down and explore!
...walking. You can do it. But seem to prefer crawling.
...falling asleep on people. This one makes me a little sad--you were such a cuddle sleeper when you were little. But I am supremely thankful that you can and do sleep soundly independently your crib.
...not getting to play with your brothers toys. You are just dying to get your hands on some LEGOS.
...cabinet locks. These seem to be the worst thing ever and you get so mad just looking at them.
...folded laundry. You do your very best to make sure any laundry around the house is in a giant, unfolded, wrinkled, crawled on heap.
I cannot wait to see how you grow and change over the next year. Lots more big changes coming (daddy in grad school, a baby brother or sister) but I know you will keep smiling through it and it will be just as awesome as your first year.
Today is your birthday. Your very first celebration of the anniversary of you coming into our lives. It's been a funny year for our family: a long deployment followed by a PCS to a place none of us had been before. But there you have been. Growing and thriving and loving through all of it.
You didn't cry or shy away when daddy came home. You nearly jumped into his arms and smothered him with kisses.
You handled the long, long, flight from Hawaii to Atlanta like a champ (as long as you were in my arms) and charmed everyone along the way.
Your personality is so big and lovely and funny. I couldn't have listed out a better combination of awesome.
Here is a little snapshot of "You", right now:
You love...
...your brothers, dog, and daddy.
...anything green: avocado, spinach (so long as it is cooked), peppers, and cucumber.
...playing while carrying something in each hand. Usually you like these to be two of the same thing (blocks, balls, books).
...singing the "Tiny Turtle" song. Your favorite part is the "bubble, bubble, POP!" part.
...shoes. Specifically your shoes. They are a very novel concept at the moment.
...banging on things. We are pretty sure you are going to be a drummer at some point--you have more rhythm than momma (which, really, isn't too much of a feat).
...books and reading.
...giving out big kisses and hugs.
...standing at the window and hollering at whatever you see outside.
...feeding the dog straight off your high chair tray.
...garbage trucks.
You REALLY don't like...
...napping.
...when daddy leaves for work.
...being held/strapped into your stroller in a new place. You just want to get down and explore!
...walking. You can do it. But seem to prefer crawling.
...falling asleep on people. This one makes me a little sad--you were such a cuddle sleeper when you were little. But I am supremely thankful that you can and do sleep soundly independently your crib.
...not getting to play with your brothers toys. You are just dying to get your hands on some LEGOS.
...cabinet locks. These seem to be the worst thing ever and you get so mad just looking at them.
...folded laundry. You do your very best to make sure any laundry around the house is in a giant, unfolded, wrinkled, crawled on heap.
I cannot wait to see how you grow and change over the next year. Lots more big changes coming (daddy in grad school, a baby brother or sister) but I know you will keep smiling through it and it will be just as awesome as your first year.
