Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Gummy the One Year Old

It's been a busy month of birthdays at our place.  Gummy had his first birthday, and Chris celebrated his 33rd. Mine is coming up, and while I'm not there yet, I feel like I might as well be thirty.  Twenty-seven is that weird year between mid and late twenties.  If I was rounding, I'd be thirty.

But no one wants to hear about people who've already celebrated birthdays tens of times.

So we will focus on he who celebrated his first.

Our little Gummy.

I can't believe he used to be like this.
He was so perfect, and little, and needed our constant comfort and care.  We fell for him immediately.  It really was like magic.  Not always easy, but always happy and purpose-filled.

And here he is now... toothed, walking, an experienced toilet paper unroller...

He's a child with a will who refuses to get into carseats, strollers, and high chairs without a fight.

He's also happy and affectionate.  He still cuddles and gives his momma lots of kisses.

He loves to play with his dad.  Dad has all the fun games like spinning in the office chair, playing peek-a-boo from behind the futon, and improvising animal roars. 

He eats and eats and eats.  He has never refused food.  Except for beans.  He likes to throw them on the floor and watch them bounce.

He is learning impulse control.  He can go a few minutes looking into the toilet without actually touching it. This is probably because of the scary alarm noise I make when he does touch it.  I'm not sure why I do this.  I think maybe my dad used to do it to me to keep me from touching dangerous things.  Anyway, I hope I'm not scarring him because it seems to be effective so far.

Gummy loves to play the piano and the guitar.  He no longer wants to play these instruments with me.  He now wants to be the only one playing them.

He loves to be outside and look out windows.  He loves to run in open spaces.

He has finally given up fit throwing every time I put him down to sleep.  He has been a good little sleeper lately.

Oh, I almost forgot.  He is obsessed with wheels.  He finds them everywhere: the racks on our dishwasher, the suitcases in our closet, dollies at the grocery store, wheelchairs at church.  He tried to chase a car once.

Which reminds me...  he can be a lot like a puppy.  He begs, chases cars, and walks around with socks and shoes in his mouth.  Fortunately, since he's graduated to bipedalism, he's seeming much more human.  That's a good thing because I'm not much of a dog person.

All kidding aside, it's a bittersweet time.  I love watching my son grow and learn, but I can't stand that I will never have him as a baby again.  This is it.  I will never again in all of eternity have the experience of being a brand new mother.  Despite my best efforts to hold on to and cherish each moment, time continues.

So bitter.  So sweet. 


  1. Wow, a year old already! Time sure does fly for us mamas, doesn't it? Happy Birthday to your sweet boy! :)

  2. Thanks, Melissa! I suppose your little guy will be hitting this milestone soon as well. I love the picture you have at the top of your blog. So cute!


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