As I started to type this, I looked at the clock and realized that at this exact moment, one year ago, I held you in my arms for the very first time. 365 days ago, plus 5 minutes, I may have had a change of heart and said that you could stay inside, but I didn’t really mean it.
They say that people are most often fooled when having a baby because babies sleep so much the first days after they are born. They say it’s the trauma of childbirth. Not you. You were inside and then you were outside so fast that your head didn’t even have an opportunity to cone up. It was happy hour and by God, you were getting your body weight in $1.00 beers. Your father passed out at 9 but you hung in all night long. Absolutely NOTHING has changed. Nothing. Not one thing.(Photo by Tracey Clark)
We brought you home and waited with anticipation for the arrival of your brother. We should have known that The Boy with so tender a heart would just make more room in that heart for his personally owned Baby. He liked you instantly. Maybe it was because Dad told him that he had two arms and two boys. Just enough room for both. You thought he was all that and a bag of chips. At less then one day old, you watched him like a hawk and grabbed his finger with a tight grip.
You have grown a LOT in the last year. You started walking (and apparently talking) about two months ago. We noticed the walking cause that is pretty difficult to miss, but I have to admit that we kinda missed the talking part. I guess we assumed that you would be on the same pace as your brother and not exceeding it. As a second born myself, I can’t believe I made that error. We realized you were talking when we asked your brother what he wanted to watch and you yelled “Bob!!!” Well, alrighty then.
You have the best personality ever (but don’t tell your brother). The smile on your face is always big and you are always laughing. I don’t think I have ever seen a baby that was so winsome and cheery. The only things that bring you down are hunger and being tired. Frankly, I feel the same way.
Shockingly, since you come from such a compliant family, you don’t do anything you don’t want to do. Saturday night, for the first time ever, you threw your legs over the stairs and went down three like you had done it a million times. Six months I have been trying to teach you that. Nothing. It’s amazing how inspiring a brand new (and forbidden) I-Phone resting on the stairs can be. You’ve have also taken to clearing out all of the lower cabinets when I am cooking dinner because you can tell I don’t have the time to stop you. I look over and there you sit, surrounded by 786 pyrex bowels. 786 bowels that are now covered in dog hair and must be washed.
You are the perfect wingman for The Boy. It is at least once a day that the house gets too quiet and I wander around to find the two of you up to no good. Your brother is inevitably explaining the conspiracy in great detail and you are clearly itching to just get into trouble, for heaven’s sake. Every once in a while I will catch your brother shoving food off the counter into your waiting/chubby arms below. You have been know to heckle him if he moves too slowly.
You and your brother spend most days wrestling wildly. I have finally realized that your screams are staged for my rapid and dramatic entrance and in no way represent torture inflicted by your brother. You can hold your own. And you are about 20 seconds from kicking your brother’s ass. I used to say that when that day finally happens, I will stand by and let your brother get his. I have now seen, however, that your brother will most likely NEED my intervention. You are one tough cookie.
You give the best kisses. There I am at the end of my rope because you and your brother have driven me crazy and you lean over with a big fat “MWAH!” I can see forward 15 years when I go the police station to pick you up for the first time. I imagine a kiss will melt my heart then too.
You are VERY helpful. How else would Dad get the fire started in the stove or how would I start the shower when all I ever wanted was a bath? You are also a bit of a drama queen. You are quick to squeeze your eyes tight and let the tears flow. You will then partially open one eye to see if it’s working. Normally, it isn’t. You perk right up and move on. It’s a great quality.
You have no fear, you can’t be bothered with the word “No” and there is nothing you can’t do. Just the other day you climbed onto your brother’s tricycle. Had your feet been able to reach the pedals, I’m not sure what would have happened. You were VERY determined. You don’t like what’s on t.v? You don’t even watch t.v. but you find the clicker and change the channel. You are something else, Nathan Clark.
Happy first birthday, our dear sweet Nae Nae. Even when I cried as I looked at that sonogram and saw you were NOT a girl, I knew in my heart of hearts that you were so very special. You have not disappointed us. You are sweet and strong and funny and clever. What more could a Mom ask for? I can’t think of anything else.
With all my love…
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