He's 1!

This is a letter for Sawyer that I have written for him. I hope in years to come it is not just mommy cheese but can be for him a special reminder of how much we love the kid.

Sawyer, you will always be my baby boy, but today you have become my little toddler. I have been preparing for this day for a few weeks and you pretty much forced it on me when you decided to start walking at 11 months. haha. But that is you little guy, always forging ahead, always out to find the next exciting thing. You know, we have this toy area for you in the house and one of the biggest joys of your day is not playing with the toys really, it is just pulling EVERY.SINGLE.TOY out of the organized bins that are there. And as you have now realized because you are old enough to read and know that mommy is a organizational freak. So I look at you pulling one toy out after another and you are not even looking at them long enough to decide if you want to play with you are just tearing through and not completely content until every toy is in the middle of your rug, and I realize the joy of the experience is not the toys, it is the work that you are doing to get them all out. You are more excited by plastic food storage container than you are by anything made by Baby Einstein. You will knowingly walk over to the stairs, you are not supposed to climb on your own and get as close as you can to climbing and then turn and look at me and see if I care, or if I will come and get you, or if I will tell you, "NO!". Then you will throw this sly smile my way and head on up if you can find a way though the gate. You could eat and eat and eat and eat. I regularly hear from other, "how could he eat that, he just had dinner...." it doesn't stop you. I think you get that from your uncle Achilleus. And that curly hair. Oh that curly hair. Fuzzy head, q-tip head, curly bob are all common nicknames from us. And we love it. I just hope that it stays and you don't hate it.

So I say all this, Son, that you might get a glimpse of the massive amount of joy that you have brought into our lives. You are the biggest and most wonderful thing that has ever come into my life. One year ago as I lay in the recovery room, very drugged might I add, and I started to contemplate life with a baby I don't think I could have imagined a better year to toddlerhood. So, my baby, as you turn one, I am blessed that you call me, "mamamamam" and I have great joy as I look into the many years to come. I love you Sawyer. Always, your Mommy.