Superhero by day…
Skeleton-Slaying Kangaroo by night.
My baby boy turned one a few weeks ago. I still call him my baby boy, but he’s so not a baby anymore. I’m afraid he went and turned into a little boy when I wasn’t watching.
It goes without saying that this has been the most amazing year. Alexander is such a happy baby, and it’s so much fun watching him learn and grow. He’s super inquisitive, just like his Daddy, and he’s always trying to figure things out.
He loves the dogs, and is slowly learning how to pet them without yanking out fistfuls of hair. He constantly tries to play fetch with them, and occasionally they’ll deign to chase a ball that the baby has touched.
He cruises all around the furniture, but he’s not walking on his own yet. He’s stood unassisted for a couple of seconds at a time, but only because he didn’t realize he was doing it. As soon as he realized, he grabbed the nearest piece of furniture for support. It’s only a matter of time before he figures out he can walk.
He dances. All the time. Just about any song he hears will get him grooving, but the one song that always makes him drop everything and dance, no matter what he’s doing, is the opening credits music on The Big Bang Theory. Every single time.
He loves getting things in and out of boxes/bins/cabinets. He always hangs out in the master bathroom while I’m getting ready for work in the morning, and we are constantly finding random things — shampoo bottles, spoons, calculators, etc. — in our bathtub. When he’s in the bath, however, the favorite game is to throw things out of the tub. Bath toys are fun for the first few minutes, but then he enforces a strict “No Toys Allowed” policy…usually getting me soaking wet as he throws wet toys at me.
And for a few hilarious days, the best game was to put himself in things. And we all died of the cute.
He talks on the phone, where “talking on the phone” means “holding a random toy up to his ear.” Everything is a phone, whether it’s shaped even remotely like a phone or not. He’ll hold it there until one of us says, “Hello?” It’s adorable.
At his 12-month checkup, he weighed in at 23.2 pounds and just over 30 inches. Happy, healthy, and ridiculously cute: that’s my boy.
We’ve celebrated his birthday several times with various family members over the past few weeks, and Alexander has been loving every minute of toys, presents, and cheesecake. Especially the cheesecake.
Tim made this video of the baby’s first year, complete with Alexander’s theme song. He calls it “A Year of Smiles.” That pretty much sums it up.
(Can you believe how TINY he used to be?)
What it all boils down to is this: Alexander is just the best. The very best. And I can’t believe my
baby little boy is one!