Growing Up Sucks

I see how this goes.  In the beginning it’s all photos and videos and happy smiles.  Life was all about me, me, me.  Lately that’s changed.  Now that I’m walking (well, almost…got my cruising down to one hand on the table) and talking (kinda-sorta anyway…I get a kick out of doing language August style.  My faves are “ticken” for “chicken,” “dod” for “dog” and “dar” for “star”) Mom and Dad have shifted gears entirely.  It’s less “oh look how cute your little poops are” and more “AUGUST!  Get out of the laundry basket!  No, put that DOWN…AUGUST!!”  Ugh.  I can’t win for losing.  First I’m cute then I’m driving people nuts.  Wassup?  Getting older sucks.

Anyway, here are a few things that I’m doing now that I’m closing in on a year (April 17th, baby!):

• Making kissing noises.  I even do it on cue.  Mom says “kiss,” I make a goofy suction noise with my mouth and the crowd goes crazy.  Way cool.  I started doing this about a week ago.
• Waving.  I do this sporadically.  I like to keep em guessing.
• Expanding my vocabulary.  In addition to “chicken,” “star,” and “dog” I also say “mama” and “dada” (yes, to the appropriate people, thank you very much) and I’ve said “banana” a few times.  I save that one for when I really need it.  I drives my mom crazy…in a good way.

• Eating.  Oh, the eating.  Delicious, awesome, SOLID food.  It rocks.  Thank God mom decided to shelve the jars and move on to the real deal.  I dig waffles and blueberries and kiwi and chicken and pasta and bread and eggs and Oh God I could go on and on and on.  Food.  Good.  Good food.  I take after my pop.

Life is good.

Auger dogger!  What a big boy you are becoming!  You never, ever drive me nuts.  (ok, maybe a little bit, but only once in a very long while).  I love everything about you and everything you do – even when you grab my cup of coffee and dump it all over the kitchen floor. You are perfect and amazing and wonderful.  I cried when you said your first word (star) and I’ll cry when you take your first step…and when you embark on your first day of school and when you drive for the first time…..Lord help me.  Looks like I’m gonna spend the rest of my life crying.  But they are happy, happy tears and I love every single one.

You are getting so close to walking.  Time is flying by.  Part of me wishes you could stay little and babylike forever, but the other (more logical) part of me is incredibly excited for all that is to come.  It is my greatest joy, watching you grow and learn.  You are becoming a big boy but you will always be my baby.  I love you,

Mama

PS – I PROMISE to get video up very shortly!!

“A Boy and His Dog”

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