This has been one of the more difficult months of our life together. It's not because of anything you've done, but simply the fact that we're still living out of suitcases. Amazingly, you haven't been fazed. You're quite content to mosey around in places you shouldn't: pulling things out of kitchen cabinets, off of book shelves, and out of trash cans. And then you look back at me with an impish grin when I tell you "no touch" for the hundredth time. Still, your joy and contentment challenge and encourage me.
The other day at the park, you stood for about 3 seconds on your own before falling back into the grass. The look on your face seemed more confused than proud. You take steps easily when you hold onto our hands, so I know it isn't long until you're on your own. You've also been trying lots of new foods, and there isn't much you won't eat. It's quite a contrast to the Liam we knew a few months ago! Your favorites are watermelon, black beans from Chipotle, smoothies, and little bites of just about everything off of our plates.
You've recently become that staff kid at church who's there almost every time the doors are open. You've learned pretty quickly that you don't enjoy going to nursery (which is a necessity at least 3 times a week) and the tears start before we even turn the corner to your classroom. I know it's just a season and someday you'll look forward to playing with your friends, but right now, it's a little heartbreaking to watch. Hearing "he only cried for 10 minutes this time!" is just about the best news we've gotten.
In just one more month, you'll be turning the corner into your second year of life and will be surrounded by all four grandparents and so much love. I can't even fathom how an entire year has passed.
We are so smitten with you, Guy.