Mister

Today is your birthday Holden.
One year ago you came out screaming. And you kept screaming. And screaming.
Even Dr.S, who has delivered hundreds of babies, couldn't believe how obnoxiously loud you could scream for so long. I didn't think you'd ever stop screaming.
We should have taken this as a sign of things to come.
You screamed and cried your little head off every evening for about the first five months of your life. You hated sleeping and loved to be held by Mommy all day.



A year later,
You are such a boy.
You are scooting your little butt around as fast as a jackalope. Pushing your little cars and trucks, and anything with wheels around on the floor. You love to throw things. And then say "uh-oh" in the most innocent way as if you had no connection at all to the objects being thrown around. "Thud."
You can eat an entire banana in less than 2 minutes. You are VERY impatient if you do not get your food at the exact moment that you demand it. You also weigh a ton.
You have a passion to lunge and throw yourself against us, the floor, the bed, or whatever you can throw yourself against.
You put everything in your mouth. This week I caught you eating handfuls of dirt outside while I was weeding the garden. I quickly realized that dirt in your mouth makes MUD. Yum.
You like to play in the dog bowls and toilet bowls. You enjoy knocking down trash cans and devouring dirty Kleenex. In fact, you pretty much get into everything.



I love you. You make us laugh and smile at your silliness.
You are so sweet. I can't help but succumb to grins and giggles when you flash us with your two-toothed grin.



We are having your birthday party tomorrow. We don't have our families here to invite and you don't really have any friends of your own, so we invited all our friends with lots of kids to run around and celebrate your special day.
Happy Birthday my Monkey!