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Happy Birthday, Rigby August 30, 2013

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Is it really possible that 2 years have gone by since I started writing this blog?  Hardly seems right.  Nor does it seem possible that an entire year has passed since I updated it.  But I digress…

Rigby is now 1 year old.  He’s a toddler.  A full-steam-ahead-don’t-get-in-my-way toddler.  And he’s by far the coolest kid I’ve ever encountered.  I figured that by the time we got through a year of his life, we’d be exhausted, snarky parents who take our time with him for granted.  I’m so glad to be wrong about that (well, we’ve always been able to teach a graduate course in “snarky” so that hasn’t really changed).  I’ve been trying to get back to this blog since just before his birthday.  There are so many things I want to say about his first year of life.  When he’s 18 and the Internet is accessed through some tiny screen in his retina, maybe he’ll take a look at his mom’s old blog. 

Rigby, if you’re reading, this one’s for you.

Dear Rigby,

You won’t remember the past year.  I can only hope that when you’re grown and I’m much, much older, I still will.  But just in case, here are some highlights of your first year on Earth:

  • Your hair made people smile from the minute you were born.  At 12 months and 2 weeks, you got your 4th haircut.  Rigby-1_2990_8x10
  • You slept through the night very early, which made me beam with pride and simultaneously bummed me out.  I knew your Mama wouldn’t be able to make it through all-nighters with you, but I was so ready for a year’s worth of midnight dream dates with my boy that I was almost disappointed when I started getting a decent night’s sleep.  Almost. 
  • You’ve never met a stranger.  Even when you’re a little shy at first, it only takes a few minutes for you to charm people with your sweet, toothy grin.
  • Lala is, as predicted, the best godmother ever.   
  • One night you choked on a piece of canteloupe and I wasn’t sure I’d make it.  I’m sure that by the time you read this, there will have been many more illnesses, injuries, and other scary events.  But to date, this one takes the cake.
  • Speaking of cake, you were surprisingly reserved at your first birthday party.  I was waiting to see your face covered in yellow cake and buttercream icing, but you just delicately picked at the sides until Mama and I helped you out.  I hope you’re still as tidy!
  • You love vegetables.  You love fruits.  You love just about any food we’ve let you try (ok, we were pushing the envelope with the lima beans).  So if you’re a picky eater now, snap out of it!  There was a time when you’d scarf down broccoli, zucchini, and could be convinced that peas were dessert.
  • You walked early.  We weren’t ready for that.  We were beyond proud that you took your first steps just a few days after you passed the 9-month mark.  And we do still brag on you.  But if you had waited just one more month, I wouldn’t have been mad.  Now you run.  Everywhere.  I completely understand what people mean when they refer to the “pitter-patter of little feet.”  The person who coined that phrase did so while trying to concentrate on something unrelated to the toddler who was doing laps around the house.
  • You have mastered the syllables “dada” and “dad.”  I realize they’re the easiest ones to say, but can we move on now?  We are Mama and Mom, not Dada and Dad.  I mean, come on!!!
  • Your Mama is transformed.  Her eyes haven’t stopped twinkling since the day you got here, and there’s no doubt she’s doing the job she was born for.  You are her shadow.  I know you will grow up to love playing in the yard, playing the guitar, and vacuuming.  I know this because you’re already doing all 3!
  • You have made me the person I’m supposed to be.  Through you, I am granted perspective on a daily basis.  You have taught me more about myself than I’ll ever be able to teach you.  But I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to repay that favor.  I promise.

In short, you are a miracle, son.  Happy 1st Birthday.

Love,

Mom

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