We only have two more of these first-year photo shoots left and I’m already losing my cool a little. I thought Isla’s first year flashed by like lightning but juggling two kids means entire days and weeks sometimes feel like a blur. I’m trying my best to savor this season of life, when our babies are still babies and raising them feels like a little bubble I can (mostly) control. Before I know it these teenagers will be aging me like POTUS and keeping me up nights with worry. But for now I’m going to eat up these moments and do my best to tattoo them to my brain so I never forget.
Last month Theo spent lots of quality time with family down the shore, experienced his first tropical storm (or at least a few strong winds from Hermine) and made a couple of new buddies. He fell in love with a kitty we borrowed for a few days from friends, and by “fell in love” I mean totally lost his marbles with excitement every single time he saw that crazy cat and wanted to pull her tail and smother her to death with his kisses and now he hisses at us all the time. I say this every month, but his love for music and dancing is off the charts and I cannot get enough. He busts a move every change he gets, whether it’s to music, his sister’s singing or the beat in his head. It’s kind of my favorite thing in the whole world.
He’s still an amazing eater and will gobble down anything that isn’t banana or broccoli, because those are apparently the most foul things he’s ever tasted. He tried his first taste of seared octopus and shrimp (loved them both) but was not impressed with king crab. He’s finally fighting back against his sister, constantly stealing her toys, whacking her in the face, knocking over her towers and tackling her so he can kiss/punch/kick/hug her while she giggles and yells “Monster Baby, that tickles!” He enjoys screaming at the top of his lungs (hence the nickname “monster baby”), swimming, eating sand, eating in general, snuggling, stealing people’s glasses off their faces, biting and then laughing hysterically when you make a scene about the pain, chewing shoes, throwing food, sleeping, scratching the leather sofa, climbing the stairs then falling headfirst back down like it’s a game of trust, gnawing his crib, sitting on his sister’s potty and smiling all day long.
This month we’re going to fall in love with autumn all over again, go on lots of outdoor adventures, send his big sister back to school and spend some mama/son QT, look adorable and dance the night away at his first wedding and get ready for pumpkin season.
Happy 10 months, little dance machine! We love you more than Michael Phelps loves gold medals.