What a great way to ring in the new year… with this little meatball hitting the eleven month marker. He’s happy as can be and is already a hit with the ladies. Go get ’em little guy!
- Weight: 22 pounds
- Length: 29 inches
- Crawling in hyper speed like a future track star
- Eats everything in sight (ate three whole waffles and a full container of yogurt this morning for breakfast)
- New foods: Loves- beef barley soup…Hates- nothing… literally will not turn anything away
- Played in the snow for the first time
- Waves hello
- Gives kisses
- Master of the zurbert
- Loves, loves, LOVES his brother. Smiles and looks for him when ever he hears Jackson’s voice.
- In love with his mommy. If mom is around and not holding him… tears begin flowing!
I wanted to write you a birthday card, but I realized after a few minutes that I can’t actually write yet. So I figured the best thing to do was to let dad translate for me and put it on his blog (since everything has to be about him anyway)… So here it is:
Mom, thank you for making me realize that I am very loved and that I’m worth everything. All the kisses and hugs in the world aren’t as great if they aren’t from you.
Mom, thank you for giving me a shoulder to cry on when I bumped my head after spinning in circles, or fell down after trying to ride Buster, and especially after I wound up in the hospital after face planting on a cobblestone walkway. I always know I’m safe as long as I have you around.
Mom, thank you for standing up for me when I may have done something stupid like throwing a ball at someone in music class, or getting in a “friends personal space at daycare.” You showed me that family always comes first and loyalty is an important virtue for everyone to exhibit.
Mom, thank you for making sure I always chose the right sort of people to be friends with. Because of you I will always surround myself with respectable and responsible people through each and every phase of my life… (too bad the same can’t be said for dad. His friends are weirdos).
Mom, thank you for showing me it’s ok to be happy with who I am and that being yourself is the only person you should want to be in life. I have learned about love and humor and how to enjoy life because of you. I also have learned how to stand up to the things I am afraid of and that being afraid of those things in the first place is a normal part of life… As long as I face them and realize that in the end I’m stronger than anything that I might be scared of.
But most importantly… Thank you for being my mommy, because as far as moms go… you’re the best.
Mom is one of words that you take for granted. You say it so many times during your life that you can seemingly forget what it actually means. In my house it meant many things growing up. In my house it means many things now.
Growing up mom meant chef, chauffeur, bank and laundromat. Still now mom means so much more though. When there weren’t many people who would root for me my mom was my biggest fan. When I wasn’t sure which way to go my mom was my moral compass. When I wanted to take the easy way out my mom pushed me to be better than a quiter.
She was and still continues to be the quintessential mom. Which brings us to the new mom in my life… My wife. Who, although different, is just as amazing of a mom.
People say stay at home moms have as tough a tough job too… and I don’t disagree… But try working 60 hours a week and being a mom… Not so easy!
Jackson is pretty lucky. Anyone who loves shoes and purses as much as Stephanie and would rather a gift for him than a pair of Tory Burch sandals for herself is one selfless mother.
I remember years ago, before my grandma passed away… Before Steph and I even got engaged… Nan sat me down and asked my “intentions.” She asked if I thought Steph was the “one”. When I asked her why she wanted to know… She told me that she had a feeling Stephanie was going to be a great mother one day. I asked her how she knew… She replied, “I just know.”
Ten years after nan passed away she still continues to be right! Thank you mom for raising me to be a successful (and amazingly talented and good looking) young man. And thank you to Stephanie for doing the same for Jackson!
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!
(FYI: Steph still got the Tory Burch sandals!)
I wanted to write you a letter today, not just because its Valentine’s Day, but also because sometimes I’m so busy pooping, crying and eating that I don’t get to tell you how much I love you. I’m not sure if you remember, but a long, long time ago I lived in your belly (PS: I’d advise against eating Taco Bell with the next baby!) I liked it in there, but I really like it out here too.
Sometimes I feel bad because you work so hard and then have to come home and feed me and get me all ready for bed and you don’t even get to change, or shower, or eat dinner until 9:00. I wanted to say thank you for that. You always put yourself second when it comes to me. You take care of me before you even think of taking care of yourself. I am learning that it is important to consider other people’s feelings and put others first before yourself.
Being a mom must be really tiring. Sometimes when I am laying in my crib I miss you so much that I try to get your attention by yelling and crying (I learned that from dad). Even when you are tired, or sick you come and scoop me up and hug me and kiss me. I love when you do that, because you give the best kisses and hugs. When you do that I don’t know if you can hear what I’m trying to say to you… but I want to tell you I love you. I wish you knew how much my heart swells up inside when I see you. I remember one time I was scared at night and you came in and just rubbed my back. I felt safe and I never wanted you to leave.
I love when you help me crawl and teach me to walk. I love when you help me eat and when you play with me. I love when you make me laugh too; you’re really good at that! But most of all I love that you are my mommy. You take care of me and help me grow. I wouldn’t any other person in the world to be my mom, because you are the perfect one for me!
I love you mommy.
Happy Valentine’s Day,
Happy mother’s day to the woman who put up w my crap for the beginning years of my life and now to the one who has to put up w the remaining years.
Jackson this has been a great day for me as a new dad. Watching you and mom on her 1st mom’s day has been an amazing thing. I loved watching you suck down that bottle as mom sucked down an Angry Orchard. I’m not sure who enjoyed their beverage more. But one thing is for sure… This is a mother’s day for the ages!