Sunday, September 22, 2013

Dear Charlie: You are one.

Just typing the title to this post, tears well up in my eyes.

My boy, you are one year old.

Actually, you are 13 months old. I'm late documenting this incredible milestone. That is how we roll these days, though. Always a titch behind on everything. Good thing you're cute.

Dad made you macaroni and cheese for your birthday dinner. From scratch. It was amazing. Then we had chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and homemade peach ice cream (recipe here).

The whole ceremony of the cake dazzled you. I felt like an A+ parent. Thank you for that. Dad did the lighting honors.

What are you doing, son?

Unwrapping the presents. Appears like awesomeness, but is deceptively tricky to master. Spirits were dampened momentarily.

Dad had to get you started.

Behold: Blue's Clues.

Charlie had a special birthday visitor, specifically his Aunt Mary Jane. Who knew how cool Blue's Clues was before she could walk.

We were all really excited about this gift.

Your mouth hung agape the whole time we worked on the presents. You were entranced. We were all delighted that we could impress you.

In addition to your Blue's Clues DVD, we got you one of those popper push toys (which we never got to wrap since you spotted it the day before your birthday and took off with it) and a throwback old-school Fisher Price phone. The phone wasn't as big a hit as I thought it would be. Turns out your idea of "phone" is quite different than my notion when I was your age.

Eventually we got down to the real business. Cake

I also took apart some free cotton knit shirts from our ward's recent Share Fair and made you a shirt with the number 1 appliqued on it. I drafted my own pattern, so it's sort of a favorite finished product of mine.

You are wiggly. Always wiggly.

This shot is blurry but I had to highlight the cool ruler your dad's aunt and uncle made for us. We marked your height. You are a shrimpy little guy. At your 1 year well check you weighed 16 lbs and were 28 1/4" tall. That's, like, not much, kiddo.

We love you, little nugget. Your dad and I reminisced tonight about the day we became parents. How exquisitely perfect and beautiful you were the moment you entered mortality. How awed we are by you and how proud we are of pretty much every little thing you do. Even the naughty stuff.

Thanks for making our first year as parents so fulfilling, exciting, and satisfying. With you, there's never a dull moment.

Much love,

Your Mom


  1. The photos are so good! You and your camera have got something beautiful going on. Thanks for sharing this. Andy and I both take issue with the "always a titch behind" thing. We think you and Mike are so on top of it.

    1. Thanks, sis. Some turned out better than others, but we are ever learning!