Harry Beau,
Writing these letters to you (and your siblings before you) has been one of the highlights of my 2020. It is a joy to recount the happenings of the last month and put them on paper; I’m not even sure if you’ll ever actually read these, but I hope you know how much they mean to me as I watch you grow; I never want to forget these fleeting moments of your childhood. As it stands, you are 9 months old today. And just as I feel like we were getting the hang of you, you’ve started to crawl. Or scoot. Or something like that... nevertheless, you’re on the move and you’re equal parts happy, proud, and frustrated. You’ll get the hang of it soon enough, and I’m sure that your infectious grin is waiting in the wings for the first time you successfully go in the direction you choose!
This month has been a fun one. You are the cutest lunch date and the most obnoxiously impatient dinner date. You LOVE to eat. Seriously. You get your whole body going as we set you in your high chair and then you positively insist that food be placed within your reach so as to make its way into your mouth, pronto. I don’t know if you’re any bigger than before, but your appetite is only matched by that of your sister - champion eaters run in this family apparently!
Your first Christmas was this month - it seems obvious to say that - and you were giving off all the feels. You loved the wrapping paper and empty boxes. You were a little apprehensive as we placed you in front of your pile of gifts from Santa... whom you were so enchanted by when we met him! But after a little plodding from your sister, you realized that stockings are kind of fun!
As I kissed you goodnight and laid you down in your crib, you gave me the sweetest grin. We are all so ready to say goodbye to 2020, as it has been full of so many challenges, but your arrival 9 months ago was the very best thing a mama could ask for in a year - so I’m a little sad to close this chapter. Tomorrow is a new day and a new year. And you are only 3 months away from your first birthday. So excuse me while I cry a little more over the next few months, because my baby is growing up too fast. I love you sweet boy. Happy New Year and happy 9 months!
Love you like the fireworks that light the New Years sky,
Mama & Daddy
