Month Twelve

Dear Sam,

Happy Birthday! You are finally one. Actually, this year flew by so fast, I can’t believe it. I can’t believe that you are a walking, laughing, pointing, toddler now. More importantly, I have survived this year, and you are still thriving! And, I am still showering. See, it works out for both of us.

You are such a happy boy, and such a joy to be around. You make everyone smile. You make me want to kiss your cheeks every chance I get. Your cheeks are so kissable.



You have definitely changed a lot in just the last two weeks. You went from not eating very many solid foods, to eating hummus, quinoa, and fish sticks all at once. I am not sure what happened there. I think you just realized that you had to maintain that weight somehow, so bring on the food. I also like to think that you have a very refined palate – I mean, you ate garlic hummus! Abe wouldn’t touch that stuff with his Buzz Lightyear gloves! I have decided that you will be our chef, and I will watch you compete on “Top Chef.”

You have started talking more and communicating in general. You love stuffed animals and as soon as you pick them up, you tilt your head to give it a snuggle. You love to point to lions and roar. You have also started saying “uh oh,” which usually happens after you launch your cups, spoons, bowls off of the high chair.




We have started to wean you from bottles, but the other day you were having a rough time. So you threw yourself down on the kitchen floor and started saying “Baba! Baba! Baba!” Like, “Please, lady! Give me the freakin Baba! I can’t handle this withdrawal!” Your brother Abe then replied, “Baba is a girl, not a bottle.” Such a know-it-all, that one.

You have started to become more possessive of me, which I secretly love. When I drop you off at school, one of the little girls always comes over and wants me to pick her up. You do not like that one bit and you push her out of the way. It wouldn’t be so bad if you weren’t twice her width and a few inches taller. You are like a little gentle giant, not knowing your freakish strength.

I know I have said it before, but I am so lucky to have you. Just yesterday I was thinking about how much our lives have changed. First it was just me and your Daddy. Then along came Abe. Then along came you. We are a family. And, it is a more beautiful family than I could have ever imagined. Thank you for a great year, and here’s to many, many more to come.



Happy Birthday with all my love.

Mama