“I don’t have a lot of personal life experience, but if I have learned anything from my Sims family, when a child doesn’t see his father enough, he starts to jump up and down, and then his mood level will drop–until he pees himself.”
-Liz Lemon, “30 Rock”
Dear Bud Bud
One year ago, on a Sunday morning, I was sitting on the computer, going through my Google Reader, as your mother was enjoying a breakfast of leftover apple pie when you gave us a heads up that you were coming. And that was the end of our lazy Sundays for, well, ever.
Within an hour we were at the hospital and after several hours of false starts, you arrived at 2:27am, Monday morning, September 1st, 2008. And ever since then, I can say that we’ve been living in a post-9/1 world.
Despite all the warnings we were given about big babies, you came out completely average at 7 pounds, 6 oz. Did you know your pre-birth nickname was Hagrid? You lived up to it, of course when you quickly grew to a bigger than average baby and, so far, one with a happy disposition.
Your mother and I aren’t sure what we did to deserve such a good child. We’re certainly not the luckiest people in the world. So perhaps you’re here to make up for that.
Today, you can stand a little bit but you still can’t walk. However, you do think you can run and that means you fall down a lot and you cry, until we pick you up and hug you. You might have noticed we hug you a lot. It’s the first thing I do when you wake up in the morning, just before we open the curtains to find out what kind of day it is.
This coming year, you’ll be walking and talking more. You’ll fall down a little less and will say a little more than “mama”, “dada”, and “diaper”.
I can’t wait to see where you’ll go and to hear what you have to say.
You’ve done year one. Now, on to year two.
I love you,