In a couple weeks, you my little babbler are going to be one year old. I am truly excited and as I eagerly look forward to you growing up, talking to me and calling me ‘mama’, I also look back wistfully at the past year when you were no bigger than my forearm. I miss holding that tiny infant of mine.
Every moment since the moment you entered our lives, has been overwhelmingly beautiful.
your first ever smile.
We have been reveling in and celebrating every little milestone you crossed. We waited earnestly for the day you would start smiling at us for real, and when you did, over and over, we kept looking at you and admiring you, your beautiful smile, your expressive eyes. Mommy and dada compete with each other every night, each wanting to be the last one to kiss you goodnight.
When you smiled for real.
The first time you stopped while nursing to look and smile at me was when I felt that life was totally worth living for, just to experience that one precious moment. From smiles to spit bubbles, you have never ceased to amaze me and when you made your first sound, a word, it was ah-goo, I was lost for words. Even your graduation from one diaper size to the next was an event worth noting for me. I remember how at 3 months old, you were trying to roll over, struggling and grunting as you drew your hand out from under your belly while we cheered for you. We took turns to hug you, kiss you and applaud you on your accomplishment. The day you started sleeping through the night, it happened when you were a little over 4 months, marked the end of an era for us, an era of sleepless nights, of sleeping in shifts, of sleeping in the rocking chair with you, of walking, swaying and lulling you to sleep. Still, those were fun times.
You were 5 months old when you got up one night and started saying na-na-na-na and ma-ma-ma-ma. That for me will always remain the most remarkable one of all your milestones, that was the night you became extremely expressive vocally. Your babbling has increased by leaps and bounds since then.
I longed for the time you’d stretch your arms out to me, and when you finally did, my happiness knew no bounds. Tens of thousands of times I run to your crib, car seat or high chair just to see you stretch your arms out to me. Something about the way you look at me when you want to be picked up makes my heart jump out of my body, drop everything just to hold you close.
When you first started sitting up.
we clicked pictures like maniacs, when you learnt to sit up with support. You absolutely loved being propped up. It was around this time that you got your first cold. Your nose was so congested, it worried me sick to see you open your mouth to breathe. You used to constantly put your tiny little fist to your nose to rub it.
At 6 months, you started belly crawling like a little soldier. You’d stretch out one hand and then drag yourself forward with a lot of effort. You’d crawl a few feet and then rest your head down in between your hands like a little puppy. You were only 7 months old when you had your first big fall. You fell off the bed, as soon as I turned my back. I only heard a loud thump. Mommy was terrified, we called dada and rushed you to the hospital. You were of course fine.
Soon after that, you figured out how to lift your belly and started crawling like a champ. It was funny how you assumed that if mommy was not around, you wound find her in the kitchen. You’d come looking for me, peering slowly at first and then crawling fast, as fast as you could when you caught sight of me. That was when it first hit me that you’d just taken your first step towards independence, that you didn’t need mommy to transport you from one room to another. We mostly had a great time at our lap sit classes at the library and our park dates except on days you decided to doze off in your stroller.
When you started pulling yourself up to a stand, it was pants-down time for us literally. You’d grab our shorts, pants, skirts, pajamas anywhere everywhere and pull yourself up.
Where you first learnt how to stand.
Since the time you turned 6 months old, you led us to believe you were teething, what with all the spitting, drooling and stuffing the whole planet into your mouth but it was only in your 9th month that we finally saw two tiny pearls jut out.
In the last couple months, you haven’t had a quiet moment, you started standing up all on your own and then took your first steps. That is all you have been doing, trying to stand, to balance, to walk and even run.
Look at how much fun you're having at the wheel.
This was your first time in the pool.
I doubt if there is anything in this world that you love more than cars. Once you get hold of the steering wheel, there’s no easy way of getting you out of there. You seem to enjoy the pool too, paddling your legs and arms rhythmically as though you were born to swim.
Last few days, you have been relentlessly practicing your walking skills. Now you are trying to master the art of steering yourself in a particular direction while walking. You look adorable toddling from one corner to another.
This past year flew by in a haze, I didn’t realize you were growing up so fast, I wish I could do it all over again.
Playing with the webcam