It’s your birthday! You are an entire year old today. You’ve survived a year of being smothered by your momma, pummelled by your brother, and tickled by your daddy. (I’m not sure which one is more impressive.) I remember your brother’s first birthday – I was sentimental and sad, but I felt ready. Not with you! This past year has gone by faster than I ever could have imagined.
Owen, you are such a silly little boy. You love to giggle, but you make people work for it – otherwise you’re such a serious little boy. You sit back and take in the world. You’re constantly learning, constantly investigating. You’re sneaky – knowing that you have to be quiet when you’re doing something you shouldn’t.
Nothing makes me happier than seeing you hang out with your brother. I can already tell that you two will be best friends. You fight – it’s expected – but 10 minutes later your crawling back over to him, desperate to play and learn from him. It makes my heart so happy.
Daddy calls you a momma’s boy (though, to be fair, I think your brother is as well) and every time I sit on the floor you run over and start covering my face in sloppy, mostly toothless kisses. I still rock you to sleep every night, and just like the world predicted, I’m so much less strict with things like that that I was with your big brother. (again, to be fair, I was never very strict with your brother either..)
You’re stubborn – I fight with you multiple times a day to change your diaper, I’ve had to pry things out of your hands, you return to the exact place you’re not to be immediately. after. You took your first steps at just 10 months and you’re already a full-fledged walker. But you’re also such a little cuddly boy, something I never experienced with your never stopping brother when he was a baby. When you wake up too early, you’re more than willing to snuggle in the bed between me and daddy and fall riiiiight back to sleep. You love to be carried around, just looking around and judging people.
O, Owie, Oster Toaster, Owie Browie, Little Red, Curly Top, Dee – we love you so much. It’s been so much fun to watch you grow from a little nugget to a tiny little boy. It’s been a tough and exhausting year, but you’ve brought so much light to our lives that I wouldn’t change a single thing. I hope you keep being a stubborn, happy, crazy little boy who loves cuddlin’ with his momma. Happy first birthday, Owen Robert.