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December 01, 2009
a long-overdue Cormac birthday post
Oh, Cormac! I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to post about your very first birthday. My only defense is that having two boys, a business, and a life in general keeps one busy. (I'd like to issue an open apology here to the six or so friends who I owe phone calls to.) And that you're so darn amenable, I figured you'd understand.
You seriously have probably the best disposition of anyone I've ever met. How we got so lucky to have two such perfect boys, I'll never know. You are so quick to smile, laugh, and although you play it coy at first when you meet someone new, you quickly reach your little arms out to them.
And you really rarely cry, with one notable exception. (Night time.) I won't get too into that too much right now, but I wouldn't mind at all if you would start sleeping through the night since you are one-year-old now. But you're so darn cute and cuddly that it's hard to stay too annoyed at you, even if it is 1am. (And 3am. And 5am...)
The energy you have! You never stop moving. It's like you're training for a little baby version of the Iron Man. You crawl faster than I can walk, pull yourself up on anything you can find (ahem, Santos the dog), inspect every toy, and sometimes chuck it across the room just to see how far you can go. You are trying your darndest to walk (it won't be long), but for now you get where you want to go--and quickly--crawling. And expediency tends to be your goal right now.
I'm proud to report that you have inherited the robust Hazen/Baggerman appetite, and you're willing to eat just about anything. (Which is good, since you must be burning upwards of 5,000 calories a day with all your activity.) You long ago rejected "baby" food, though. You want what I'm having. And what she's having. And that guy over there--what he's eating looks kind of good. You eat everything--even if it's spicy. You consumed two spicy Indian samosas at our friend, Samira's baby shower, then fussed for more. (I distracted you only because I didn't want to be confronted with too crazy a diaper later on.)
But the best part is right after you eat. Then it's PARTY TIME. Feeling great, you dance, squawk, engage us in a spirited game of peek-a-boo, roll, laugh, throw the ball for Santos, and generally wear yourself out until you fall asleep.
You're starting to talk. "Dog" was your first word. Followed by "Da-Da," "Ma-Ma" (often said in duress, like "Mama! Get that milk over here!"), and now "Bruh-Bruh" for "brother." (Good job! That's a hard one.)
You really are the gold standard of babies, dear Cormac. Handsome, even-tempered, always happy, loving of all people, smiley, and just so darn irresistable. You are so bold in expressing your love for everyone. When you see Daddy, you squawk "DA-DA!", extend your arms, and pump your feet until he picks you up. When he does you, laugh. You clap when you see Santos. And a new game you like to play when you see me is to crawl up to me, then lay your little head (with its darling little ringlets in the back) on my lap and pretend to sleep. Then you look up at me and laugh your deep-throated baby laugh, like "AS IF it was time to go to bed, Mama!"
But the cutest thing is seeing this friendship develop between you and Finn. Don't get me wrong, you really do annoy him quite a bit. You're always knocking over his toys, pulling his hair, and generally plowing right through whatever he happens to be playing with. But he does handle you well--redirecting you to "your" toys and saying "No, no, Bebz!" (a nickname he made up for you). You love picking him up at school at the end of the day. When you enter Finn's classroom, you exclaim "Bruh-Bruh!" and he runs over to give you a hug.
You guys have started wrestling, too. I expect to see more and more of this. It starts when you crawl up to him, then kind of jump on his back. He knows that he isn't allowed to fight back, so you guys just kind of roll around on the floor in one big ball of boy until (usually) I get nervous that someone is going to get hurt and break it up.
On your birthday, Finn got up very early--Daddy and I could hear him rustling in your room. We were all ready to snatch him before he woke you up. But then he started singing Happy Birthday to you! And it was just about the cutest thing. He said he wanted to be the first one to sing it to you. (And he was--ever!) So we didn't mind at all getting up early with both of you beautiful boys on the occasion of your birthday.
Love,
Mama
Posted by lisa at December 1, 2009 04:53 AM
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