Teddy at one year

I will write the things I absolutely love about my son.

I love that he "splores" on his own. 

I love the look of elation that he gets on his face when the door opens.

I love how fast he crawls to make it outside.

I love/hate that he plays with Roger's water. It is cute even though it makes a huge mess.

I love how he will take things out of drawers: my hair stuff and creams in the bathroom; my clothes or hats in my room; lids or utensils in the kitchen.

I love his elephant walk.

I love his scoot walk where he walks on his right foot and scoots his left leg.

I love that he feeds himself and how he grabs the food and then shoves it in his mouth with his whole hand.

I love his roars and exclamations and all his sounds.

I love/hate when he sits on me and waves his hands like mad and pulls at my shirt when he wants to nurse.

I love that he chases me.

I love how he stands and chews the table above him.

I love how he giggles when I tickle him.

I love how well he goes up and down stairs and how meticulous he always is.

I love how smart he is--like how he will put the lid back on his snacks or find something that I've tried to hide.

I love how he gets the pencil out of my ear and tries to put it back with his face full of amazement.

I love that he will walk and ride with me in the park and in the grocery store.

I love that he loves being outside.

I love that he loves to be with me.

I love that he loves his Daddy.

I love how he cuddles us on the lovesac.

I hope he learns to walk soon (he's destroying his pants).

I hope he says Mama on purpose soon.

I hope he learns to go down the slide.

I hope he doesn't eat anymore dog food.

I hope he can go to a babysitter soon.