My baby turned 9 on Tuesday. (And he would be very upset if he knew I was referring to him as "baby" anything, so don't tell him.) He completely geeked out on his birthday (more on that soon), and we just geeked out right there with him. He asked to go the Science Fiction Museum (who am I to refuse him?)
Several weeks ago we were looking at family video when the kids were little. There are many of the little things that I remember about both my kids when they were little. Seems like with child #2, the things I remember are more accidental, a little more surprising, perhaps because I wasn't paying as much attention? I don't know. Here's a few things I remember about Ian as a baby/toddler-
-He spit up constantly.
-He spit up on every close friend and family member that ever held him.
-And then he would proceed to poop out the side of his diaper.
-We always knew all of this was coming, so I brought lots of extra clothes for him whenever we left the house, my car looked like we might be moving.
-I brought extra clothes for me too.
-He smiled constantly.
-Even when he was spitting up.
-Even when he was pooping.
-He loved this book so much he could recite the animal sound on every page long before he could talk.
-We reprinted the pages of the book and hung them up in his room.
-I could listen to him recite the pages from his crib when he would wake up from his naps.
-He doesn't remember any of this.
-That's why I'm glad we have it on video.
-He was an extremely fast crawler.
-He didn't walk until he was 15 months old.
-Why walk when its so easy to crawl? We would say.
-He was always smiling when he was crawling.
-Look at this picture and understand why our favorite phrase at that stage of his life was "I'm gonna squeeze his guts out."?
-I still want to squeeze his guts out.
-And the good thing is, he'll still let me.
Happy Birthday Ian, I'm so proud to see you grow up every day.
