Fearless. Stubborn. Social.
This is how I would describe my son as he’s gearing up to turn one.
He is growing up so very fast and as his personality comes out more and more when is apparent is that he is a bundle of contradictions. He is fearless, regularly receiving accident reports at school for attempting feats outside of his skill level. At the same time, he has been taking steps for a whole month now, but shows very little interest in making walking a full-time thing. He walks mostly when he’s distracted or when he thinks no one is watching. He’s tentative and brash at the same time.
He eats anything, preferring big flavors. No thank you on plain pasta but put a little balsamic vinegar on it, and he will eat it with both hands. Last week he surprised me me chomping down on some red bell pepper and yesterday he wanted to try the prosciutto I was preparing for his birthday party and he loved it. He goes bananas for ice cream but will eat beets every day for lunch.
Yesterday I came into the front room to find Miles standing on the landing of our 2nd floor apartment. My heart stopped as I imagined him trying to “walk” down those stairs (Luckily I got to him in time!). We thought my father-in-law had accidentally left the the door a little open, and Miles took advantage of the opportunity. Then that night Miles goes over to the front door and opens the door. Like it was no big deal. I’m horrified. My husband is proud. Our door is now forever deadbolted.
He laughs when other people are laughing. He is easier to deal with during the “witching hour” before bedtime if a guest comes over. If he’s fussy, I’ll take him to Target because he loves looking at people and flirting with them in the aisles.
His hair is turning course and curly like his Dad’s, with my auburn color. He takes of his socks every single morning on the way to school, no matter how cold it is.
I can’t believe he’s almost a year old. A year ago tomorrow I woke up in labor. Best thing that’s ever happened to me.