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Eleven Freakin’ Months.

Oh, my Des.

My mellow, dreamy, stays-in-one-place Des is now my mellow(ish), dreamy, never-stays-in-one-place Des. Except for once. Last Saturday. He used to always sit on the bathroom floor with toys while I showered. Every so often he’d pull the shower curtain so that I’d look out and we’d exchange grins. Then we’d both go back to our merry toy-playing or hair-washing ways. One day this particular honeymoon ended when I couldn’t hear him anymore and looked out the shower curtain and out the open bathroom door to see him high-tailing to another room. Last Saturday for a blessed 20 minutes, he waited for me to finish my shower. Just like old times.

What can I say about him? What can we really ever say about the people we love the most who are changing the most rapidly? My Des is unique and brilliant and loving. His wide smile is still there for strangers (anyone who isn’t me, Cassidy or Scarlet) but he makes them wait about a ten minute initiation period in which he looks out at them, and then burrows his head in my neck, and then back, and then forth, and so on. After about ten minutes, the wide grin and jabbering and laughter is widened to include the non-immediate family member in its presence. All is well with the world. Still so engaged, but with limitations. His version of stranger anxiety.

And I like it.

He kicks in his sleep, chuckles “heh” while he scoots, and sticks his tongue out at everyone. He has strong arms, steely eyes and floppy, heartthrob hair. He beats his legs down on the ground like a drum and holds all magic wands and sticks out like swords.

Perched in one hand, he holds them up, beats his chest with one hand and shouts, “Aiiiiiiiieeee!”

He has two (going on three or four or 18) teeth. His bald spot has grown in. He wears 12-18 month clothes. He takes baths with his sister and takes great joy in splashing all three of us. He says my name only when he’s upset, but I know he really means it.

Ever-changing Des – always-loving, always-engaged, always-hilarious, always-handsome.

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They really do love each other.

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And it wouldn’t be a true birthday celebration without someone’s Doctor Who shirt in the background, right?

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25 Comments

  1. Oh my gosh the shower. By the end of mine, I would have had a dirty sock, a naked army doll, a tampon and whatever else that kid could throw in there :)Kids are weird.But we love em to pieces and each new birthday comes a wee bit of bittersweet feelings. Happy 11th beautiful babe.

  2. Thank you! He's spent it teething and whining from a growth spurt. However he woke up today so happy and sunny that the growth stuff had passed..at least for a week or so..

  3. I've been out of blog-reading mode for a couple of weeks (long story!), so it's so nice to be back! Des is an adorable 11 month old and reminds me a bit of my son at that age. I especially love the pictures of the brother-sister bond.

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