So, I got you a puppy!! The cuteness level has blown through the roof. Your favorite activity together is running pell mell through the backyard. You take off running and the puppy starts chasing after you. You keep looking back to make sure he is following you, then you both land in Gammy's garden pulling out her hydrangeas. Unfortunately, I am still unable to decide on a name. You call him Pup. Pup will gnaw on one of your cars and you will cry after him "Pup!!! Pup!!!' and hastily grab it away. I am afraid that in my indecision you have named him. I'm not sure if I can change it. Naming him Pup by default is a little lame but when young kids name animals they usually are pretty lame. In your defense, you're a year old. It was either Pup or Tractor.
Your love of the pool has transfered over to a general love of all things water, especially since its so hot. We walk down to the beach almost everyday, toting pails, shovels, and more recently Pup. We swim. You are so unafraid. Its kind of awesome and kind of terrifying. I hold you under your arms and swing you around, kicking your legs. You have a water table on the back deck that is also a huge hit. Gammy decided to sit you in it to get you clean and now you keep on trying to climb in it. Then, today, I found you with a spoon scooping up water and feeding it to your cars and then the puppy. The full sprinkler scares you a little but as long as you hold my hand and we run through together, you're fine. Most days you will find two wet butt marks on our couch.
Daddy and I took you to the beach the other day. I stood by the shore while Daddy laid on the blanket making sandcastles with you running in between us carrying watering cans. By the time you got to Dad they would almost always be empty. When we got home, you chased each other around the yard, Pup yearning to keep up. Daddy catching you and rolling you around on the ground then the puppy seeing his advantage and licking your face. You both were laughing so hard you could hardly breathe. By the time I got the camera out, you were lounging on a chair, deep in conversation. I felt like I was interrupting a private moment but you didn't seem to notice I was there at all.
In an attempt to take more day trips, Auntie B, Gammy, you and I, went to White Post Farms. There were tons of animals to feed, fake tractors to play with, and a train ride. I got you to ride on this miniature pony and at first you were all love. Then we rode past this large wooden John Deere tractor and you were like "Woman, get me off this horse! There is a tractor over there." So much for your career as a cowboy. You loved the little train ride most of all. You were all smiles, waving at Gammy and Auntie B, and making little "choo choo" noises. It was so fitting that I had you dressing in your conductor overalls.
Aunt Em and cousin Will come over a lot to say hi to us. I rarely get to hold Will cause you get a little, tiny bit, jealous when I get anywhere remotely near the baby. When I finally got my hands on the cute chunk of a boy (while you were preoccupied with a truck), I couldn't remember you ever being that little. I was nervous and awkward when I was so natural with you. It was like I forgot what it was like to have you in such a small form. You are such a growing boy, with agendas, becoming more and more independent. I forget that you started just like Will. It is shocking how fast this is going.
I love you everyday,
Mom
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