Today is your one and a half year birthday yet I feel like it’s my celebration. I just can’t believe how lucky we’ve been to have you in our lives for 18 whole months. Today and every day, you are our gift.
Nicco…I say your name and it makes me smile, actually it makes me grin, like one of those dangerous side grins where you know the good kind of trouble is right around the corner. You child, were born trouble. You are wild, unbridled, and so very cute while acting all sorts of crazy.
You are 18 months old now, and you had a pretty big growth spurt lately so you are 2 feet 7 inches tall. You have just as many teeth as your first birthday, 12, but you are currently teething all four canine teeth right now. Most days you handle it like a champ but today was especially hard for you. You are 21.5 pounds so still just an itsy bits of a guy, and you are walking/running like a pro now. You talk all day long in your own language. Your favourite word is “hello” which I adore because you say it like one of those talking parrots. You also say Mom, Dad, shoes, Grandpa, and that’s pretty much it. Except for “don’t touch” which always makes me laugh since you barely have a vocabulary of single words but you’ve heard ‘don’t touch’ so much you say it like a champ. You also love making sounds like roaring like a lion, or chu chu-ing like a train, and you like to pick up your dinosaur toy, and scream in a really high pitch, pretending the dino is attacking me. The funny thing is, you think you are making dinosaur noises but you are actually just mimicking my scared noise instead. Your absolute favourite thing to do is put your hands down your pants, all day, every day. It doesn’t matter if we are singing in church, watching TV, or playing at the park, you constantly have your hand in your diaper.
Personality wise you are a total hoot. I picture you as one day being the class clown. You love to make people smile and you spend most of your day smiling yourself. My favorite ways you make me smile right now is when I am trying to put you to sleep but you are too wired to even try. After a while I will say in a stern tone “Nicco, you lay down right now and go to sleep or Mommy is leaving your room”, instantly you dramatically slam your head into the pillow, you roll your eyes in the back of your head, close them half way and then lay there still as can be trying to pretend to sleep. After 1.5 seconds you get a giant grin on your face, and pop your head up to see if I’m laughing (which I usually am). Another favourite way you make me smile is when I brush your teeth at bedtime. For the longest time this was absolutely dreadful at bedtime, every part of you hated getting your teeth brushed. I would have to lay you on the ground and pin your arms up with my legs so I had both hands free to get the toothbrush in your mouth, it was terrible. But a few weeks ago you decided brushing your teeth is actually very funny, you now laugh nearly the entire time. Your favourite is to let me start brushing, then you push the toothbrush out with your tongue, tightening your lips as tight as possible until the belly laugh inside of you bubbles over and you just can’t hold it in any longer.
You don’t have much of a medium, you are either hot or cold. Thankfully you are happy 90% of the day but when your firery side comes out, it comes out strong. You now fight Halen back any chance you get, if he hits you, you pull his hair or scratch his face. You also are a little screamer when you get mad so your emotions are never much of a secret. It may take you longer than the average babe to get upset but when you snap, you snap!
In terms of trouble, I don’t know how to explain it. You’re such a good happy baby that nobody believes me when I try to say how much you actually get into. You climb on everything, like actually everything. Your favourite spot to climb up to is our laundry room counter behind the couch. There you find the van keys and press the alarm button then dance to the sound of the horn. When you see me coming you throw the keys the opposite way of your escape plan and then as I run to pick the keys up so I can shut off the alarm, you jump off the counter and run laughing. You have climbed all the way up the TV hutch where I found you banging on the television, you climb up my stacks of Rubbermaid containers when you are left on your own in the basement, or you like to climb up the side rail of Halen’s bed and chuck every single book off the shelf. No amount of “no’s” works for you! You also like to get into all our cabinets but only the ones you arnt supposed to. You love the cabinets with breakable dishes and have actually taken an interest in throwing dishes with the purpose of having them break. No word of a lie, you have thrown and broke at least a half a dozen dishes in the past couple months. The last time you did this (last week) Halen was so exasperated he said “ah man Nicco, now we have to get out the vacuum again! Don’t move K buddy” haha, even he has the routine down for your glass breaking ways. You also like to get into dad’s bathroom cabinet, your goal multiple times a day is to sneak in while no one is looking so you can open your dads deodorant and lick it like a lollipop….mmm, delicious!
You scratch when you’re cranky, you bite when you’re excited, and hit when you’re mad. You chew your food up and let it fall from your mouth, you dump a sippy of water on the floor every couple days. You have recently taken to decorating the floor with your dirty diapers if I don’t change you within a split second. You are just totally wild. Honestly you max me out multiple times a day but I wouldn’t change you if I could. This spitfire personality of yours is exhausting but also totally entertaining and fun! I love that you bring excitement to our days.
Thankfully you haven’t grown out of your snugly ways. When you hug, you use every ounce of might you have to give the best squeeze ever. When you are rough, I ask you to use “gentle hands” and then you pet my face, give me a big hug, and you become the most gentle baby ever. You love to lay on top of me, belly to belly with your hands tucked up under your body. Your rub my neck when I’m putting you to sleep and you ask for 500 kisses a day. You also love to give your affection to any stuffy you can find. You sleep with your bunny but spend your days dividing your attention between lots of stuffies you have hidden around the house. You also love to hug any and all stuffed animals you pass by on the shelves of a store. What can I say, you love to love!
Happy half birthday to my affectionate, rough, trouble making baby. Thanks for being such an adventure to our family. We love you.