Dear Jase,
1 year! We've successfully kept you alive but were unsuccessful at getting you a job... you've undoubtedly determined you're management-level sans the experience.
Here are your latest and greatest achievements:
- You have 7 teeth, with the 8th taking its time to come in
- You not only stood by yourself, you decided to give this whole walking thing a go!
- Other Firsts: bath in the big bathtub, accident where you bled 😩, trip to a museum, kisses for mommy
- You can: Signal to be picked up, drink from a straw, dance, sit on knees, stand, turn off the light to your closet, clap your hands, open drawers and pull out your clothes, and apparently open lotion bottles...
- You love: your cozy coupe, the puppies, opening cabinet doors, being independent, shopping, showing off your tricks, your moose paci, tug of war, and being silly
We worked hard this month to give you topics for future therapy sessions:
- You don't have any cute photos with food all over you because your mom is too lazy to wash all that junk out of your hair afterwards.
- I made you sit in your car seat
- We wouldn't let you knock over the TV in the media room
You of course returned the favor on therapy... but we might be able to afford a hotline therapist now that we're about to be done buying formula:h
- You Chuck Norris'd me in the throat... twice
- You peed on me during bath (giggling the whole time)
- You learned to unroll toilet paper so now all our TP faces the wrong way
It feels like yesterday I was busting a move to Get Low to try to get you to come out (true story - and yes my water broke that next morning) - you're welcome for yet another fun fact of why I'm horribly embarrassing to you.
You've been a lot of fun this past month and such an adventure the past year. We love you so and look forward to many happy years of embarrassing you ahead.
We love you!
Mommy and Daddy
