She is thoughtful, articulate, and thinks through things. She has the sweetest disposition of any child I have ever known. She loves her baby. She talks from the moment she wakes up until she falls asleep at night. She takes time to get to know people, but once she loves someone, she loves them with her whole heart. She would eat dessert all day if we let her. She is incredibly beautiful. She is the world’s slowest eater. She is an incredible sleeper. She has the sweetest voice. She is incredibly smart. She is resilient.
He is a blur of motion. He has two speeds, moving and asleep. He almost never sits down, which means he hates the car seat and will only tolerate the highchair long enough for him to shove some food in his mouth. He is fearless. He loves to climb. He has lots of smiles and literally has the best laugh I’ve ever heard. He is incredibly strong. At thirteen months, he only has one semi-used word (“hi”), but is becoming a master at using the grunt to communicate. He has woken up at 5:30 almost every day of his life. He is constantly bumped, bruised, bleeding, and scratched. He never notices if he hurts himself. He adores the cat. He has provided more amusement for our little family, who already laughed a lot, than we could have imagined.
Together they become closer every day. She comes up with new nicknames for him almost daily including “my puppet” (or “puppy” for short) and “my little duckling”. She takes responsibility for feeding him when we’re in the car. I love to see their two hands reaching across the backseat as she puts a pretzel, animal cracker, or goldfish in his fat little hand. She holds his hand when we walk out the front door and helps him stand on the porch while I lock the door. She gives him special kisses every night before bed. His favorite place to climb is her bed, which she sometimes loves and sometimes hates. He thinks she is the most interesting, most funny person he’s ever seen. They are so different and yet the most precious pair. I am so grateful they are mine (ours :).
