Dear Noah,

Yesterday, you turned 13 months old.

During the last month, your ability to communicate with us has totally exploded! In the mornings, you tell us that it’s time to go to day care by going to the door and announcing “Bye-bye!”

When we ask you to do something, like bring your shoes or sweater so we can get ready to go, you usually do it. (Sometimes you get distracted.) You also like to bring us books to read, and to go choose our books to “read” yourself.

You also like to bring us our “Sue?” when you think we should go, or just because you’ve found one. Pulling my slippers off and putting them back on is good for minutes and minutes of entertainment.

In the last month, you’ve gone from being a careful, hesitant walker to running, dancing in circles, and trying to climb everything in sight. We’re trying to figure out how to babyproof the outside edge of our stairs, which you realized this morning aren’t blocked by the gate. Your first solo trip down the slide was as much fun for us as it was for you — we love watching your face go from excited to terrified to laughing, all in the span of 2 seconds.
You still love music and dancing more than anything. You play your ABC-song magnetic toy at least 20 times per day, often racing back to start over when the song reaches W or X, and nearly any kind of music will make you start to smile and bob up and down.

My favorite part of the day is our early mornings together — as long as I get up in time to have coffee before you wake up. I love sitting with you as you fully wake up, smiling, chatting, and snuggling together. And I love it when we go wake up your other mommy, and you dive for her and kiss her like she’s been lost at sea.

Oh Noah, we love you so much. More and more each day.

love,

Mama