Nicco, right now you are 14 months old. You are just an awesome baby to be around. You are joyful, content, and hot tempered. You love being included, yet you are content to just sit on the sidelines and watch, you are mischievous, and adorable with a touch of wild.
You don’t seem to follow trouble, you find it. You are a climber. You love to crawl up the couch and on to the side table, grinning wildly when you get caught. You love to open each and every kitchen drawer and pull every single thing out, giggling when I come around the corner annoyed. When you open the cabinet with breakable dishes, you do it looking me straight in the eyes with a giant smile and unwavering motivation to beat me in my game of rules. Like a person who argues likes the last word, you try to make sure you get in the last opened cupboard door. Apparently you’re so darn cute, you seem to think rules don’t apply to you, and truthfully you do make it tough to be stern with.
You have a beautifully deep love for each one of us in your family. I love, our love. You are my cuddle bug and you ask often throughout the day to be picked up for a big long hug. At night, if you and your brother happen to wake up at the same time, you are fuming furious if I send you in with your dad while I go help your brother. You could be with your dad any other moment through the day, but in the middle of the night the only person you want to snuggle with is your Mama. You love it when I tickle you, or after a bath when I blow on your belly. Now, when you want me to blow on you, you tighten up your lips in a long straight line and attempt a blowing noise trying to communicate what you want from me. Or, you lightly tickle your stomach, hoping I will do the same. You love to check in with me if I am in a different room and when you see I am there you are content to go back to your activity. You like rough housing and if you are in the mood for some silly playing you will crawl up on my lap and throw your body backwards as a way to coax me to start wrestling with you and hang you upside down. In the morning, you will go to all sorts of extremes to wake me up. You crawl on my head, jump on my belly, or your favourite move is pulling my hair. You are madly in love with your dad. If he is out in the yard working, you sit at the door, looking out the window whimpering like a sad puppy. When he walks through the door you pound your way down the hall crawling at the speed of lightning to get to him and then the two of you embrace in a long, tight hug. When he showers, you sit on the floor and patiently wait for him to finish or you rummage through his cabinet pulling every single thing out since he is totally helpless to stop you. When he brushes his teeth, you excitedly stick out your long neck and wait for him to stick the end of his electric toothbrush to your nose to tickle you. Your dad is your biggest fan, except at supper time when the two of you sit beside each other and you throw your plate of food at his feet to clean up for the hundredth time. Then there is Halen, watching the two of you together is a dream come true and a complete headache all at once. You love to play with your brother and for the most part, he really enjoys your company. He loves to take care of you, when you are thirsty, he holds your cup up for you, when you cry he reassures you by saying “shhh, it’s okay baby”, when you wake up from your naps he runs into your room, shuts off your sound machine and dances for you till you smile. The two of you are also (usually) great play partners too. Halen started this new habit of taking off every single cushion on the couch, throwing them on the floor and jumping on them. This drives your dad and I completely batty. You however, think this game is brilliant and if you want him to do it with you, you weasel your way up the couch, use every ounce of strength you have to pull a cushion down, and then you push it in his direction, hoping he will go do the rest of the dirty work for you. You love to join us for Halen’s bedtime stories but you usually hide behind the top of Halen’s bed and pull our hair while we read, laughing as we whine in pain. You enjoy playing in Halen’s room, sometimes you guys are loud and crazy, other times you are dreadfully quiet. A typical scene would be me walking into his room and finding Halen sitting on his bed reading, and you on top of the farm table throwing every toy you can get your hands on, off the table. You love to hug your brother, and you have recently started walking to him just to get a big squeeze. When you are walking and you fall down, Halen runs to you and picks you up (by the head), stands you on your feet and says “yeah Nicco, you’re walking to brother!!!”. He also has begun to enjoy carrying you from room to room (although it’s quite a panic to watch).
At this age, you get much more TV than your brother ever dreamed of. When the tv goes on, you promptly pound your way over to your chair to get cozy. If it’s a show you’re really into you sit on the edge of your chair, both feet planted firmly on the ground, back straight as an arrow, but if you are getting tired you slump down as low as you can go till you look like a teenager just chillin on the couch. You are a much pickier eater than Halen was and veggies are more of a struggle for you. If it was up to you, you would have Shreddies for breakfast and every meal and snack following would be pasta. You have now fallen asleep while eating a few times and it is beyond adorable. You weigh a whooping 19lbs 2oz (which now puts you in the 10th percentile for weight rather than the third), people rarely guess you are already over a year. You are just freshly weened and seem to be doing really well with it. I think both of us are missing that comfort of snuggling together in silence endless times a day, but we are also both enjoying a bit more freedom from one another. You sleep through the night about 50% of the time now but are an early riser wanting to start your day sometime after 6am. We have also transitioned you to your floor bed for the last few nights, so far so good but I’m not entirely sold yet this will be a long term thing with you.
We got your gorgeous long red locks cut for the first time a couple weeks ago. Although you don’t have a ton of hair on top, you were growing quite a long mullet so we decided to trim you up. You sat well for your first appointment and looked adorable with a big boy hair cut. Right now you love to scootch around the house with a toy car in hand. Monster trucks, mini cars, or farm vehicles, anything with wheels will do as you get from point A to point B. You have twelve teeth, four of which are molars which blows me away. I can’t believe how happy you are for basically straight teething the last six months of your life. These bad boys arnt giving you a break yet you still manage to keep smiling, I don’t think anything could take your happy away though. You love to smile and I love when you laugh. Right now you think tooting is the funniest thing in the world. I always assumed flatulence humour came when boys were older, but not with you! If you let a toot escape you quickly look around the room to see who noticed, if anyone happens to have the slightest grin on their face, you will spend the next five minutes trying to force yourself to pass gas with a bright red face and a belly laugh to boot. You kid, are funny!
I think it is safe to say you are officially walking! The last few weeks you have taken 3-4 steps towards us if we coax you. The other day your dad counted 9 steps! And just a few days ago Halen and I were doing a puzzle on the living room floor, you were standing at the couch and you walked towards us without prompting and made it about 7 steps. When you got to us you stood there and clapped, proud of your accomplishment. You can now stand up on your own from the sitting position and take some steps without guidance or coaxing. Truthfully, I think you would have gotten this walking thing much sooner if I was trying harder with you everyday but I have been taking advantage of these crawling days and haven’t been pushing you to walk. Seems like l don’t have a choice in the matter any more, as you are now our walking babe!
You buddy, make parenting such a easy and enjoyable role. I absolutely can’t believe how much you have changed in just two short months since your first birthday. I now understand why parents want to slow down time and just absorb these fleeting days. Like trapping a scent in a bottle, I would love to catch these small yet beautiful moments in my memory forever.