Date night with you daddy...

Cash,

Your daddy and I like each other. A lot. I mean you can pretty much say we are crazy about each other. Love is the appropriate word. So that means that we will be spending time together...without you. Gasp!

Let's get something straight right off the bat. I love you more than I ever thought was possible. I love you with every fiber of my body and will do my best to show and tell you that often. But, I love your daddy more. You see, your daddy was my first love. The first person to grab my heart and not let go. The one that I chose to have my heart. I picked him to love and he picked me. So that means that he is going to continue to get my time and attention, even now that you are in our lives.

We try to go on a date night every week or every other week. We feel it is important as your parents to keep our relationship a priority. To keep things fresh. Spicy. Okay, I'm sure you don't care to know all of that.

Just so you are aware of what goes on when you are not around, I'll let you in our one of our date nights. It consisted of: dinner, a Chinese fire drill, and a 7-blanket pallet on the floor in the living room while we watch a movie and snuggle. Typical.

Love,
Mom

This is how we stay cool...

The weather in Oklahoma has been hot. Actually, hot would be an understatement. It's been stupid hot. Smoldering hot. Constantly hot. You get the idea.


And Cash, being the rambunctious little boy that he is, really, wants to go outside. All the time. As a matter of fact, most of his fit throwing comes from not being able to go outside. So we brave the heat wave in the early morning and the late evening. And what better way...



Love,
E

And we shall call him...

Smiles-A-Lot

Love,

E

1 year check-up

You had your 1 year doctor's appointment today and everything went great.

Height: 32 in
Weight: 22 lbs
Head: I don't know... but you are in the 72-75% in all 3 categories

Your Dr said that you were "perfect". Those were her words, not mine. But I already knew that.
She asked what you were up to these days, so you put on a show for her...

Can do the Indian (where you put your hand up to your mouth and pat and make noise)
Clapping all the time
Dancing all the time
Pointing to your mouth when we ask you where it is
Sticking your tongue out when we ask you where it is
Pointing to your feet when we ask you where they are
Smiling when we ask you to smile
Winking when we ask you to wink
Saying ball, dog, mama, dada, Jack (Nonni's dog), Duke (our old dog), nunu (trying to say Nonni), YaYa (your daddy's mom), taytay (trying to say KayKay, daddy's sister), Uke (trying to say Luke, your cousin)
You like football and can do the O part of "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUU".
You like to play, "Down, Set, Hut Hut Hut"
And you are talking to yourself like crazy. You actually kind of sound crazy. Really cute, but crazy.

Love,
Mom

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you Cash...

You have 2 molars in! And I didn't even know you were teething. No complaining here. It's every mothers dream to not know when there baby is getting teeth in, so kudos to you you tough little boy.

Also, you are done with bottles! And you did just fine transitioning to sippy cups all the time.

You are getting used to milk and prefer it warmed up a bit.

That's about it for now.

Love,

Mom

What else are you supposed to do?

When it is 104 degrees outside, your choice of activities is relatively limited. So, we choose to bypass the attempt at heat stroke and stay inside until it is around 7:30 or 8:00 and hone our skills.

To be honest, I don't even know why we put toys in the toy box. He prefers to take the toys out and get in himself.

He told me he wanted to start his own blog to document his deep and extensive thoughts... so he asked for a laptop for his birthday.

Notice that Cash is in his bathing suit. We hit up the sprinkler outside after he submitted his blog entry.

Love,

E

Dear baby,

Today is your actual birthday. You should feel a bit like Oprah because we have pretty much been celebrating your birthday since Saturday morning. But I wouldn't have it any other way. Birthday's are meant to be special. And you my sweet boy, are special.

Last night, while you were sleeping, I poked my head into your room and marveled that 1 year ago to the night I was standing in your empty room dreaming of what you would look like. Dreaming of who you would become. Dreaming of holding you. And now... my dreams have come true. I know what it is like to hold you and see you and I am learning daily of the person you are becoming.

This morning I hugged you tighter than most mornings because the realization that you are not my tiny baby anymore is slowly settling in. The realization hits me like a ton of bricks one day and a tiny pebble another. And it's okay. I expected this. I have attempted to prepare myself to come to terms with you getting older and bigger. And I'm dealing.

Last night I actually cried. Not like a sobbing ugly cry. And not because you are 1. I cried because I realized, in a matter of moments, how different my life was before you. How different my heart was before you. And how different my life and heart will forever be because of you.

Last night I cried.

You looked at me and smiled the biggest smile I have seen in 1 year. You ran over to me, wrapped your arms and legs so tightly around me I wasn't sure I could breathe, leaned back and gave me a kiss. And I cried. I cried because of how happy you make me. I cried because my chest swelled up so big with pride because of the sweet little boy you are becoming.

I love that you love me. I love that I am the one you come to when you are in need of some TLC. I love that you are a true meaning to the word boy but can push that aside for one small minute to give me a kiss and let me know I am important.

I just love you. Happy birthday sweet boy.

Mom