[Photos by Happy Days Photography TO]
Our sweet baby boy is 1 year old today! And what a year it has been. At one year old, little Duncan is well on his way to becoming a toddler. He was sick for a week, and during that week it reminded me of our early days with him. Lots of snuggles, lots of crying, lots of sleeping and very little moving around. Poor little guy. I did enjoy the snuggles though.
Now that he’s well again, it’s as if he’s taken a big leap forward in his development. He’s walking more than he’s crawling and he understands more than ever before. When we ask, he’ll give toys, or nibbles of his snacks, or hugs. I ask for lots of hugs. And he gives the most wonderful hugs with a big squeeze. And his kisses. Big, open mouth, wet kisses. Often when I’m putting him to bed, he’ll grab my face and eat my chin and cheeks in kisses. It’s cute because he’s a baby.
After Duncan goes to bed, no matter how long and tiring the day was, Mike and I inevitably say to each other, “He’s so cute!” And he is. And he’s fun, and he’s funny. Since he has been able to smile, he laughs easily. And since he started laughing, he’s so quick to laugh. He has several different laughs, and I love them all.
There’s the little giggle that emerges when he finds pleasure in the most ordinary of things. The chuckle we hear every single time we carry him down the stairs of our apartment building. I like that he thinks it’s something special we’re doing just to make him happy. It’s the chuckle I hear when I’m feeding him, and I know that our cat, Josie, must have come in behind me. He adores Josie, and she tolerates him. He loves to rest his face in her fluffy fur, and I’m certain he’s so determined to walk solely so he can better chase her.
There’s the laughter of tickles, or being flown through the air, or when daddy blows raspberries on his belly. The laughter that goes on for so long and gets so hysterical that I sometimes have to intervene, “Give him a break, he can hardly handle it!” But then the shrieks of laughter continue and we laugh with him, saying “No one’s even touching you!” And the laugh I find most hilarious is his forced chuckle that is purely for our sake. The laugh he gives when he doesn’t find us at all funny, but want to acknowledge our efforts. Thanks, Dunc.
Maybe at some point I’ll feel sad that my little baby is growing up so quickly, but right now, I’m just loving watching him grow. I love watching as he learns new skills. How proud he is when he walks across the room, or puts a wooden block in the right hole. I look forward to hearing what he has to say, and discovering his interests, and his likes and dislikes.
It’s hard to believe that in only a year, Duncan has grown from a little 7 lb 13 oz bundle of baby into a 25 lb happy, determined, funny, curious, outgoing, sweet, clever, sensitive, adorable, and oh so loveable little boy.
Little Duncan, we love you so much! Happy 1st Birthday! xo