Monday, September 24, 2012

Your 1st Birthday!

Dear Charlie,

Yesterday, we celebrated one of the happiest days of my life, the day you were born.  I can't believe it's already been one whole year that we've had you in our family.  You bring so much joy to my life. 

Since your birthday fell on a Sunday this year, we started out the day by going to church.  I had Ward Council in the morning, so you went over to Sis. Moore's house and hung out with her in the morning.  I heard you made a big, stinky poop that looked like chocolate pudding for her.  Thanks for sparing me that one!

After church, we came home, and I started making dinner for you.  Ok, I confess that I did not actually make the homemade mac n cheese.  I have made it before, but I had one in my freezer from my freezer meals group (which ironically was made by Sis. Moore), and I thought that you wouldn't mind who made it.  I was right!  You were so happy with that mac n cheese.  You gobbled it up.  Ella liked it too.  She had a hard time waiting until after the prayer to eat some.




Next you had your own birthday cake.  It was funfetti with chocolate frosting (per your dad's request).  You were much more interested in grabbing the candle than you were in actually eating the cake.  I don't know if you were too full on mac n cheese, but you did not want to eat the cake at all.  You gagged on the first bite, and then cried as you smeared your hands in the frosting. 








After everyone had their cake, I took you into the bath tub.  You LOVE your bath, and were smiling and giggling as soon as I put you in.  Ella decided that since you were not going to eat your cake that someone really should.  She climbed into your high chair and pointed at the cake on the counter.  I caved and let her have it.  All she really wanted was to eat the chocolate frosting off of the top though.






After cake we opened presents.  Ella saw that you could use some help opening presents, so she offered her expert help.  You got a little car and some finger puppets from Lindsay Adams. Your Dad and I bought you an automatic bubble maker, but unfortunately it didn't work.  You were happy to go outside anyway while we tested it out.






We will have a big party with your grandparents and some cousins next week, but we sure had a great time celebrating your special day with you.  I love the way you light up when I come to pick you up, and you are the best snuggler ever!  You're my little Mamma's boy, and I hope you stay that way forever.

Here are some of the cute things you are doing right now:
You love to pretend that you're swimming in your bath water.  You lie on your tummy and kick your feet and make the biggest splashes.
For a while you were shouting, "Ella!  Ella!"  as you were scooting across the floor.  You haven't said it in a while, but it was super cute when you did.
When we're at the river and my shoulders are bare, you like to give me zerberts on my shoulder.  Sometimes you bite my shoulder though, and that really hurts!  Your teeth are like little razors.
You love your sister Ella bunches.  She and you are best buddies and love to play together.
You like to climb onto things.  You think my big round belly is your own personal jungle gym, but you will also settle for the bench in your room or the kitchen chairs.
I think you would prefer to eat dog food over just about anything.  It's funny that there was a time when I was pregnant with you that I thought the dog food smelled so good, and now you love to eat it.  I'll take your word for it.
You also like to shake your head No.  I love to ask you questions and then watch you shake your head no to anything I ask.  It's a fun game we play.
You have eight teeth, which means that you can eat almost anything.
You also like to chew on your sister's shoes, which is totally gross.  (I think that's why you like it.)
 

I always told your dad that I wanted a little boy with blonde curly hair,bright blue eyes, and kissable cheeks.  I am so blessed to have just what I wanted.  You're such a sweet boy, and I love you sooo much!
 
Love,
Mom


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