A letter for my baby boy

To my darling baby boy,
Happy first birthday, my little love nugget.
A year ago today, you decided to join us after 10 extra days on the inside.  I delivered you without pain relief of any kind (except for your father’s hip squeezing technique). It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done and by far the most empowering – and sharing in your birth brought your father and me even closer.
And then there was that moment that I want to hold on to forever. That cathartic moment when time seemed to stand still.
The moment I met you.
The thing is that you’ve continued to make our family more cohesive, just by being you.  You’ve added so much to the beautiful chaos that already existed in our home.
I live to hear those squeals of delight when you see your sister in the morning or when she “chases” you.  Your smile is truly heartwarming when you walk with your little walker or when you push a train across the floor saying “go, go, go”.  I love how you crawl with a toy in your mouth like a little puppy, how you point at objects in your books, and the way you “dance” when you hear any kind of music.  I love watching you devour blueberries, black beans, cheese, and pasta and seeing your excitement when “Dada” comes home from work at night. Life with you gets more exciting every day. Just yesterday your Abby taught you to say “ashes, ashes, down” after playing “ring around the rosies” all morning, and your Poppy taught you to raise your pointer finger when he says “How old is____.”  Although I want to hold on to my baby, I can’t wait to see what each new day unfolds.
Thank you for filling my heart with so much joy for the past 12 months.  I feel like you have been a part of me forever.  Today we are celebrating you, my beautiful little boy, and all the magnificent things that you are.
Love,
Mama
1 Day
1 Year
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Operation Beef Up the Roncini

Our little guy’s newest (very strange!) nickname coined by his Dad is Peperoncini (please say it out loud three times in your best Italian accent for full effect).  I shortened this fabulous nickname to “the Roncini”.

I am so pleased to report that the initial phase of  “Operation Beef up the Roncini” has been deemed a success! “Fat thigh” and “excellent weight gain” were even muttered by Dr. S during today’s 10-month weight check.

LOOK HOW BEEFY I AM!

Besides eating foods drenched in organic flaxseed oil, butter, or avocado, Roncini’s current favorite activity is trashing his sister’s room in less than three minutes.  Specifically: pulling every single book out of the bookshelf, emptying all of the toys in the toy bins, and knocking over everything in sight.  He also enjoys waving at anyone who will wave and smile back and playing “how big is___?” while raising his arms when we say  “SOOO BIG”. The Roncini is keeping me on my toes by pulling up to standing and cruising all day. He also still loves putting everything that he can get his little hands on into his mouth.  His sister is definitely his little hero and we’re convinced that he wants to be the spiciest peperoncini just like her!

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