Wolfie at One Year
September 9th, 2010 by Dawn Tacker
I am gobsmacked. I just got through with a British chick lit read, so that term seems to fit tonight. Wolfie is one year old! Where did the past year fly off to? How did this happen? What magic stitch in time occurs when you have a baby, and turn around in the blink of an eye to find them nearly toddling away from you?
What shall I tell you about my second-born son? How shall I describe him adequately? Oh yeah, here come the tears.
In so many ways, Phineas Wolfe is a gift. In his 365 days here on earth he has taught me patience, appreciation for the ridiculous, how to choose laughter over exasperation. He vacillates between screaming and belly laughs - his is a world of passion. He is very opinionated, about pretty much everything. He bangs on the table and screams when he wants more food, for example. And he starts tossing food to the dog if he disapproves, or is finished eating. He hates being strapped into his car seat, but put on Norah Jones and he will croon and settle down, temporarily at least.
His favorite pastimes include using the dog as a step stool, eating, flushing the toilet, eating, laughing at big brother Andrew, finding the most dangerous thing in a room and trying to take it apart, eating, climbing things four times his height, eating, testing out all the babyproofed drawers and cabinets (because you just never know), tossing Dave’s underwear drawer (might be we should babyproof that one), throwing himself backwards on the bed and tumbling head over heels, grabbing the dustpan and broom from the crevice next to the fridge and making off with the set, tossing (sodden) toys out of the tub, chasing/crawling after his big brother and believing with all his might he will catch him someday, trying to pound on my keyboard and eat my mouse (I am moving my office to the garage this month), climbing up the pile of flagstone in our backyard (gotta expedite the yard remodel), being walked to sleep by dada, nursed by mama, cherished by all.
Our last baby, a.k.a. Trouble, Mr. Mischief, Wolfie - happy birthday, Phineas Wolfe. As my loving spouse reminded me through my tears, this milestone is a good thing!
wonderful dawn. i share similar sentiments with eden who just turned one… what a year this has been. i’ve been stretched to limits i never imagined… so many highs and lows all mixed together. and what a beautiful thing to see a life living and changing and growing right before our very eyes. love the photos. here’s to many more years to come!!
Well said my friend, well said! Happy Birthday Wolfie and happy day to your whole family!!
Thank you, friends. I love sharing this journey with you!