Hey there little Guy,
“YEAH!” is your favorite word. You are a crawling affirmation of everything. You make me feel a teeny bit like I gave birth to Lil Jon. YEAH!
All the time, from you. “YEAH!!” At the grocery store and in the car and at Grammie’s and when we pick Birdy up from camp. “YEAH!” While you’re eating, when you’re in the tubby, at the airport. “YEAH!”
You crack me up.
Tiny tomato man, you are eleven months old. Just a few weeks shy of marking your first year as part of our family, and you might be the busiest little person I’ve ever encountered. You aren’t walking (yet) and you don’t have even the whisper of a tooth (despite excessive drooling and gnawing on my shoulder anytime I’m carrying you), but you seem SO BIG and you are on the move all the damn time. The days of the little baby Guy are way behind us as I watch you rocket towards toddlerhood, chasing cats and destroying block towers as you go.
Foods that make you happy? Peanut butter, bananas, black olives (you’re weird), and fresh baked gluten free banana bread. And your new love for the tomatoes that have finally sprung up in our container garden on the deck is a sight to see. (You also play them like harmonicas. Harmonimatoes?)
And you have discovered my diabetes devices. They’re toys to you. The smooth, shiny screen of my insulin pump astounds you and you like to wrap the tubing around your fingers. My CGM sensor has become a climbing tool when you use me as your human rock wall. And sometimes when you hug me, I have to move my pump from my bra to keep you from bonking your head, but that’s par for the course. Welcome to life with mommy’s devices, kiddo.
Without a doubt, your favorite person on the planet is your sister. You two hang out in the living room, surrounded by your toys, giggling madly at one another. She makes silly faces, you lose your mind laughing. She sings you songs and you yell, “YEAH!” to encourage her to keep going. When she lets you crawl all over her, you gently but deftly pick her nose and grab her braids and smother her with baby kisses and she loves every, single minute of it. You two are two loud peas in a pod, despite the years between you.
And as your teeth are poking at your gums to come in, Birdy’s are hinting towards falling out. Just after you turn one, she’ll climb on the bus en route to second grade. And yet you are so the same. Neither one of your will stop talking. Both of you have infectious grins.
And both of you fill my heart in a way that’s beyond words.
Happy almost-birthday, little Guy. Yeah!!