Dear Tristan,
A year ago today after a mere 6 hours of labor you came into our lives. At first we feared for you, how easily you could become hurt sharing a house with a rambunctious toddler, but as you grew you proved your resiliency and eased our fears.
You were the second child and unexpectedly easier than our first. We weren’t as filled with paranoia and were much more confident in our parenting skills. This meant applying things we had discovered when raising your brother. Things which made our lives easier, for example, I slept when you slept which means I wasn’t crazed-sleep deprived Mommy. I nursed with confidence and even enjoyed changing your diapers. When you began to get colicky, I sacrificed all dairy and like flipping a switch you were cured. We were seasoned parents.
A year ago today after a mere 6 hours of labor you came into our lives. At first we feared for you, how easily you could become hurt sharing a house with a rambunctious toddler, but as you grew you proved your resiliency and eased our fears.
You were the second child and unexpectedly easier than our first. We weren’t as filled with paranoia and were much more confident in our parenting skills. This meant applying things we had discovered when raising your brother. Things which made our lives easier, for example, I slept when you slept which means I wasn’t crazed-sleep deprived Mommy. I nursed with confidence and even enjoyed changing your diapers. When you began to get colicky, I sacrificed all dairy and like flipping a switch you were cured. We were seasoned parents.
It’s because of this confidence that I was able to relax and enjoy you, savoring each new stage and smile, reveling in being Mommy for a second time. Cuddling with you in the bed, inspecting your tiny toenails and fingernails, gazing into your eyes and just enjoying you. I’m glad I did, because now… you don’t have time for any of that crap. You are busy, all boy and ready to rock and roll.
You are in so many ways like your brother and in so many more ways completely different. It seems that you are more cautious and less impulsive. You smile when you hear music and are gentle in nature. You respond to the word no and if our voices are raised just a little when we say it, sometimes your bottom lip trembles as you wrestle with the idea of disapproval being directed at you.You are quite possibly the happiest baby I have ever seen and run neck and neck with your brother for title of cutest baby. You still wake us the in the middle of the night, demanding a bottle and sometimes a cuddle. You should be sleeping through the night by now, (or about six months ago) but you have the most pitiful little cry that we’d rather just make you a bottle than listen to you whimper.
You are already wearing 18 month clothing and have 16 teeth. You are incredibly tall for your age and are tough beyond belief… a result of being knocked over accidentally-on-purpose on a regular basis. Your words while somewhat indiscriminate are, Dada, Mama, Kitty and sometimes you try to say brother or Connor.
You struggle to keep up with your brother ensuring exhaustion at the end of the day for us as well as you. Often the two of you team up, coming together as you attempt to open child proofed doors or climb furniture to reach unattainable (and breakable) objects placed out of tiny hands reach. It’s only a matter of time before I find you sitting on his shoulders trying to reach some forbidden treasure.
A year ago today we had no idea how much love you would bring into our family or how much joy our hearts could contain. I hope the past year has been as incredible for you as it has been for us.Happy Birthday Sugar Bear.
I love you,
Mommy
1 comment:
Awwww. I can't believe he's 1 already!!
I love reading your blogs and letters to the boys. It really makes me excited for the day that Larry and I will have our own. :)
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