At this very hour one year ago I was 42 weeks pregnant and feeling pretty down in the dumps because I was fairly sure that I was never going to have my baby. Little did I know that in just a few hours as a blue moon was rising I would naturally deliver an 11 pound baby boy at the Geneva Woods birthing center. The arrival of Eli was swift. One minute I was in labor and the next minute I was holding a yollering, red-faced baby in my arms--that's how this little man made his entrance into the world--full of vigor and ready to let everyone know it. After a year of getting to know this guy, I think that part of his personality is very much the same. He is a what-you-see-is-what-you-get kinda guy. His happy is a BIG happy, and when something is amiss, well...he lets you know about it.
But more often than not it's the big happy that we see these days. In the last month or two Eli has really developed a snuggly side, and he is working so hard on being gentle...which is a challenge for a baby his size with very fast reflexes and the astounding ability to grab with a deadly sense of accuracy. We will all breathe a collective sigh of relief when he learns that noses, lips and eyes are not detachable from people's faces.
He is an observant little guy and he loves to be outdoors. He examines things with an intense focus. And he has an impressive associative memory for someone his age. I see the wheels of language development spinning around in his little brain--that point and look to someone for a definition motion over and over again.
It's so interesting watching the way your second kid puts things together--a whole different process in many ways than your first.
But of course, Eli's point of view is bound to be different because he will never know a world without sister Sadie there. Sometimes I wonder if it gives him just a little extra sense of security. He seems to rest easier than I remember her doing...but it could just be that he needs the rest because he is always on the move. always.
And this is his motion posture. His chest is in a whole different time zone than the rest of his body, and it arrives at all appointments just a few seconds before he does. It cracks me up--kind of reminds me of a rooster.
We had a quiet celebration of Eli's first year on this eve of our little guy's birthday. Some gifts decorated and wrapped by big sister (she decided to gift him with a dinosaur and a mama gorilla with a baby on her back--very Godzilla & King Kong Loren pointed out).
A peach pie, and a boquet of flowers from the garden.
lots of help with the unwrapping of gifts
and testing them out
In true one-year-old form his favorite thing was the stickers on the wrapping paper.
But the peach pie came in a close second. We sure do love you Elias. Your first year has been an adventure and a gift and we are looking forward to many more to come.
And of course, I must post this picture of the birthday boy in his birthday suit so that when he is a teenager he can roll his eyes and be all embarassed when the family photo album gets dragged out and dusted off. Be thankful son...at least you aren't rockin' a mean mullet like your mama did...