Tomorrow will be our baby J’s first family day…the day our little guy gained a forever family and became an orphan no more, and the day we went from being a family of three to an instant family of four.
We have enjoyed getting to know and love our boy this past year…
He loves to give hugs, and will often take a little break from playing to climb up in my lap for a quick cuddle.
He loves his sister, and his favorite part of the day is when she comes home from school.
He has the best smile, and is a pretty happy little guy. I am in love with his dimples.
He is a talker, and keeps up a running commentary all day long regarding our activities. He is in speech therapy once a week, and his speech is getting clearer each week.
He is loud, and he gets excited about every little thing in his life.
He loves his home, and he would rather be home than anywhere else. He loves his toys, and his favorites are his cars, his legos, books, my little ponies, and any tutu of little M’s.
He loves being outside, and there is not a single piece of nature that he won’t touch.
He loves water and boats, and he has grown to love his bath time (thankfully…it was a bit scary for him for a while).
He is walking and running beautifully… we sometimes have to remind ourselves which foot was clubbed.
He loves to be the center of our attention, and dislikes it when we talk to anyone but him.
He does not give up on anything easily, but he is often moved to tears of frustration when he is unable to do something.
He says his favorite animal is the giraffe, and he says his favorite color is black… however, he asks for a purple bowl or plate at every meal (maybe he just knows that his sister also wants that one, ha!).
He is almost completely potty trained for the daytime… we are not even attempting night time for a while, since he is still in his barred brace at night.
He is small, and skinny. He still fits in 24 month/2T clothes, but we have to pin the waistband on all his pants. The brands with adjustable waistbands are our friends.
He is a strong feeler, and often gets his feelings hurt… especially when he is told no. He tears up every single time I tell him he can’t have some of my coffee.
He loved to have his hair styled with product, and does not like it when anyone touches it, or “messes the hair.”
He’s a bossy little thing, and I crack up at how he shouts directions to me from the backseat of the car.
He loves his routine, and his schedule. It’s a little traumatic when we deviate…
He is smart, funny, lovable, sweet, loving, happy, and adorable!
And most importantly, he is ours! Happy one year, baby J! We love you to pieces…