Oliver Myers: 1 year old

Dear Dinosaur Boy:

Today you turn 9 months old. I just cannot believe it. This 9 months has gone by so much faster than the 9 months (well, 10 actually… well, 10 months and 9 days… but who’s counting) you were in my belly. Do you even remember that? God, I hope not.

You’re pretty amazing, I must admit, and I just can’t take my eyes off of you. Except when your uncle is around putting his hat on you… I’m pretty sure it’s what your Daddy would have looked like when he was your age, and well, that’s a little creepy. Not that your Daddy is creepy, no, he’s super wonderful. But, well, uh, it’s just that Mommy and Daddy… well, I’ll explain it to you when you’re older.

Your favorite thing to do these days? Well, it’s stand in front of the TV while the Little Einsteins is driving your Mommy crazy going over and over again educating you in the background. Oh yeah, and tormenting loving the kitty. That seems to be fun too.

Most of the time, you refuse to stand up on your own. You’d rather that we do it for you, or that you’re death gripping holding onto something while you do it… but when you get to dancing, everyone look out… he just might take off.

You’ve gone to taking just two naps a day now… which sucks is fine. It just means less computer time more baby book reading which you just want to eat love. Obviously your father’s hatred for the written word love of literature has worn off. That’s super.

All in all, it’s been a pretty amazing month. I just can’t keep my hands off you… before you know it, we’ll be doing this again.

I love you with every fiber of my being…

Momma

* 9 months? Are you freaking kidding me? Already? Someone stop this kid. Seriously.