Jelly Bean (JB for short, on the Internet) is ONE year old. Wow! another year of wild emotions, tears of defeat and laughter, joy, complete exhaustion, and overwhelming love.
He surprises me all of the time. He laughs and smiles all day, excepting the times he is being naughty or has an “oopsy daisy.” He wants his mother first and foremost, but is finally learning to be content in the lap of another. He wants to be bigger and faster like his sister. He adores her. Anything she does astounds and fascinates him, and he wants to be involved in all of her play (even against her wishes).
Pictures describe him better than words ever could.
This is his being silly face:
And here is his “what’s that?” face:
This is his eating face:
And his “sister, push me faster!” face:
This is his after-nap-crying face:
And his chose-not-to-nap face:
This is his favorite place where he makes his most curious face of all:
He is fun and squishy, soft and lovable, hug-and-kiss-able, and all things wonderful. And I love him all of the time.
Happy birthday, son.
A certain little boy turns one year old this week and had his party over the weekend. I have no idea what inspired me to make blocks for him, but this is the result.
Started – September 8
Completed – October 4
Duration – 26 days = 3.7 weeks
I worked on this in spurts. I don’t know how many actual labor hours went into them.
Improvised by me
I just made these up, which is why they aren’t perfect cubes. 😉 I accidentally made the letters 2 stitches taller than they are wide, so the sides are rectangles. Ah, well; they are still cute.
Also, it took a lot of time deciding how to stitch them together so that his name could be made. And also his sister’s name. And our last name. But I managed to figure that out, too.
Red Heart Super Saver Solids
Slobber-able. Chew-able. Washable. Ideal for blocks for a one-year-old.
birthday basket o’blocks
patterned tops & bottoms
If I were a twinkling star shining cheerfully in the ebony night sky, you would be a comet shooting past in a fiery fury.
If I were a bowl of simple savory chicken noodle soup, you would be a give-the-sniffles spicy curry.
If I were a stream winding through a quiet forest, you would be waves breaking on a rocky shore.
If I were a romantic drama with a predictable fairy tale ending, you would be a suspenseful thriller with a plot twist and cliff-hanger right at the end.
We are opposite in many ways. We approach life differently. Me: cautious, hesitating, nervous, withdrawn. You: bold, fearless, excited, outgoing. In recent years, I have come to appreciate your perspective and value your advice. I can depend on you being there, always at the ready, to advise or just listen.
I don’t know how to tell you how much I love you, how proud I am to call you my big sister, how special it feels to be right up there at the top of your list. We haven’t always gotten along. I regret the time we wasted bickering. But now, I look forward to as many more decades as God gives us with you as my confidant, my friend, my sister.
Sprout is two.
She is so big. She doesn’t swing in the baby swing anymore.
She wants to be just like me.
She is my silly,
sweet, Big Girl.
She is just two.
She is so little. The world is full of surprises,
She still gets strapped in and doesn’t like to be alone.
She looks eagerly ahead. What will next year bring?