A lot has happened in the last few days. Santa has come and gone and is probably relaxing somewhere warm, hubby and I are exhausted, the kids are on a three day sugar high, and the house looks like a toy store went out for a big night, drank far too much tequila, and yakked in every room.
Yep, a big few days. But today is perhaps the biggest emotionally. Today our #smallestlittle Daniel James (DJ) is one year old.
When I started writing this blog he would have been around two months and now he is one. I must have dozed off and slept through it all because I don’t feel like it has been that long – though I can’t have slept through it all because my eyes are so tired that if I rub them any harder I’m sure I’ll completely wear through the lids.
Little guy must have been excited for his birthday because he woke up at 5am. Totally understandable, first birthdays are huge to a kid, right? Toby joined us soon after, followed by Marky who ran in talking about Octonaughts at a thousand miles a minute.
The boys hugged their baby brother and said happy birthday. Then we brought in his present. Well that was a huge success! After what felt like 1,247 presents for his baptism (two weeks ago) and Christmas we were stuck for gift ideas, then I went shopping with my sister and there it was -a guitar. Perfect! The kid would dance to the sound of a paper bag crinkling, a music gift would be just the thing to make his face light up.
Well the photo says it all!
He has currently had his guitar for about 42 minutes and 23, 24, 25 seconds.
I am an idiot. Three children in and I still haven’t learnt my lesson about noisy toys. Maybe next year I’ll get him a drum kit, or that game Trouble with the bubble in the middle that you push to roll the dice, or a rattle gun.
Oh Daniel, maybe one day you’ll read this. You should know that you are so loved. You completed our family (gosh I hope there were no surprises after you that are reading this – surprise child I’m sure we love you too, unless you were the one to finally make me buy shares in Depends, then it’s probably debatable).
Daniel you are a happy, loving, always-dancing, cheeky, goofy little guy and you brighten every day. You can throw one hell of a tantrum and you make the funniest angry faces. You have two teeth on the bottom and three on the top (what’s that about? Even it up child, it’s giving mummy a tick), you can walk, you just prefer to let everyone come to you, you also won’t hold your own bottle. You’re kind of lazy – grow out of that soon, yeah?
Bottom line is that we love you. Your brothers love you. You were so meant to be a part of our family, just chomping at the bit to get out here and join us. I wish so much good for you darling one. I wish you love, I wish you laughter, I wish you good health, and good company. I wish you amazing experiences, and little heartbreak, I wish you fulfilment and joy.
Never give up, never doubt yourself, and please, please never stop dancing every chance you get.