Almost a year ago you made your entrance into this world. We knew you were coming. No surprises, no dramatic c-sections, just a planned, calm entry into the world. You didn't cry much. You just kind of looked up at me as I sat in the recovery room getting to know you. We knew right away you would have a kind spirit. You didn't cry much when Kylie tried to poke your eye out with a Cheese-It. You also didn't get too mad at me when I had to ask the nurse how often to change your diaper. You see, although it had been only twenty months since your sister made her dramatic entrance into the world; I felt like a rookie all over again. I was hoping you didn't notice. You pretended not to....even if you did sense the fear in my eyes.
You slept for three days in the hospital. We oohed and ahhed over how sweet you were. We were amazed when you ate 4ccs instead of the expected 2ccs each feeding. That should have been our red flag that you were going to like to eat. I am sitting here trying to think of one food you do not like. I can't think of anything! That's not a bad thing. I never have to fret over how much dinner you are eating.
You fit right into our family. Kylie spent her days entertaining her Grandma Overton while you and I hung out in your room. At first, you liked to stay awake about every 45 minutes. I would like to tell you I didn't mind. I didn't really care for it after two or three weeks but you would snuggle next to me and look at me with those huge blue eyes and I would decide I didn't mind so much after all. You spent a few uninvited months in our bed until you were evicted. Kylie was evicted too. You liked to roll around and kick your daddy at night. That is a one way ticket out of the comfy bed. It was funny how smart you were. You would just roll over and go right to sleep. I think you were aware that the quiet baby usually gets their way in this house.
As you grew the next few months, we were all so in love with you. If we went to the store, Kylie demanded that "baby" go too. You were "baby" instead of Logan to us for a long time. Your sister decided that your name was baby, so we all ended up calling you baby too. Two days before your first birthday....you are finally "Ogan"
You begin to crawl at seven months and decided that you liked it so much you would wait until 11 months to being walking. When you walk, both hands go up in the air. You are so much more adventurous than your cautious sister. Climbs up the stairs at six months, splish splashing in the toilet at eight months, using the push car as your old man walker.....I could go on and on. You are a true free spirit, but you are also a a loving child. You have this amazing smile that makes everyday, no matter how long, tiring, or aggravating, just worth it.
Last week, I was taking you and your sister to Ms. Jean's. You were facing forward in your big boy seat, Kylie was beside you. Both of you were eating Cheerios and drinking juice and I had an a-ha moment. This is what my life is about. Logan and Kylie. My two best buddies. I hope that someday you two can commiserate over your crazy parents and childhood stories while your kids play together. I love you buddy, thank you for a perfect year.
-Mommy.
You slept for three days in the hospital. We oohed and ahhed over how sweet you were. We were amazed when you ate 4ccs instead of the expected 2ccs each feeding. That should have been our red flag that you were going to like to eat. I am sitting here trying to think of one food you do not like. I can't think of anything! That's not a bad thing. I never have to fret over how much dinner you are eating.
You fit right into our family. Kylie spent her days entertaining her Grandma Overton while you and I hung out in your room. At first, you liked to stay awake about every 45 minutes. I would like to tell you I didn't mind. I didn't really care for it after two or three weeks but you would snuggle next to me and look at me with those huge blue eyes and I would decide I didn't mind so much after all. You spent a few uninvited months in our bed until you were evicted. Kylie was evicted too. You liked to roll around and kick your daddy at night. That is a one way ticket out of the comfy bed. It was funny how smart you were. You would just roll over and go right to sleep. I think you were aware that the quiet baby usually gets their way in this house.
As you grew the next few months, we were all so in love with you. If we went to the store, Kylie demanded that "baby" go too. You were "baby" instead of Logan to us for a long time. Your sister decided that your name was baby, so we all ended up calling you baby too. Two days before your first birthday....you are finally "Ogan"
You begin to crawl at seven months and decided that you liked it so much you would wait until 11 months to being walking. When you walk, both hands go up in the air. You are so much more adventurous than your cautious sister. Climbs up the stairs at six months, splish splashing in the toilet at eight months, using the push car as your old man walker.....I could go on and on. You are a true free spirit, but you are also a a loving child. You have this amazing smile that makes everyday, no matter how long, tiring, or aggravating, just worth it.
Last week, I was taking you and your sister to Ms. Jean's. You were facing forward in your big boy seat, Kylie was beside you. Both of you were eating Cheerios and drinking juice and I had an a-ha moment. This is what my life is about. Logan and Kylie. My two best buddies. I hope that someday you two can commiserate over your crazy parents and childhood stories while your kids play together. I love you buddy, thank you for a perfect year.
-Mommy.
2 comments:
That is a beautiful tribute to a beautiful kid. See you all tomorrow.
I'm in tears right now. Seriously. Sitting on the couch and crying. That was so incredibly sweet.
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