On Wednesday I turn One. And though sometimes it seems like I’ve been here for at least as long as the other Pigs, I can’t believe an entire year has passed. I’m making great strides, even in just the past few weeks, in development.
I got another tooth, making three on the bottom. Two more are coming in on the top. (Although they’ve been threatening to come in for months, so don’t hold your breath.) My balance is much stronger and I can stand for a few seconds without holding onto anything. I’m getting into a ton of stuff now. And I get really mad when Mom or Dad picks me up and moves me somewhere else when I’m playing.
I communicate better. Whether it be anger or frustration, I’ll show everyone what I’m thinking now. Unlike before, when I just went along with whatever everyone else was doing. I’m still pretty chill. But I make it clear when I want something. And now I want stuff.
I’m hugging and holding onto people well. Not just because they’re there, but because I intend to do it. If Mom tries to put me down, I’ll grab a hold of her with my arms and squeeze her with my legs to let her know I’m not cool with that. And I’m really handsy now, too. I pull hair and scratch and grip.
The more I develop, the more I remind Mom and Dad of Emmett. The way I crawl, like a little automaton, is just like Emmett. The faces I make, and the things I do with my hands when I’m happy–It’s just like my biggest brother. People are always saying we look alike. And he’s such a great brother, and a sweet boy, that I’m happy with the similarities.
Mom and Dad have a party planned for me this weekend (my birthday’s on Wednesday), so check back to see how I did with the cake!
Talk soon,
Asher
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