Jen Warman: New Freakin' Mummy


My Baby Boy Turns One


If this white screen were a piece of paper, it would have wet wrinkly puddles of tears on it. I don't feel like there are any words to describe how this past year has made me feel. My life is forever changed, and in the best way possible. My baby boy turns one today, and my heart just keeps exploding with fireworks. Every time he smiles, every time his mischievous eyes twinkle. Even in the wee hours of the night, when I'm sleep deprived and cranky, I have nothing but love in my heart for this little human. In fact, I sometimes feel like I need to distract my brain because if I think about how much I love him too often I'd go crazy. And get nothing accomplished. And I already feel like I get nothing accomplished, so...that would be a bad thing. It truly is incredible how much love you can have for another person. 

I'll stop with the love-gushing for now, and go onto another fun topic. Mom-bragging/Mom-nostalga-ing (new word).
I'm so proud of my little man. He is such a happy little boy with an active little mind. He's determined, and strong. He's been walking for two months now, and wants to get into everything. He loves feeding the dog his food (and alternatively likes trying to eat the dog's food) and loves to hug our cat. 
Here is a list of other fun Cole-isms:

When he gets excited he whistles! He's been doing this since he was about 5 months old. He sucks the air in very quickly due to his excitement, and then...he's whistling. It's hilarious and adorable.

His favourite things to play with are: the remote, his Dad's belt, and the tape measurer.

When he was younger, he had a "Papa" voice reserved for my Dad, and my Dad alone. It was somewhat fear based, and his eyes would well up with tears and then he'd start "talking" in a deep voice. Presumably trying to resemble my Dad's voice

He gives kisses. For a few months now, Cole has been very good at giving you "kisses." They're always french (open mouth style) and he particularly likes to kiss you when you're behind something (like the stairs railing). I call them jail bird kisses.

He likes to stroke my mole. Yep. That's right. I have a small raised mole on my chest and when he's nursing he likes to reach up and touch the mole. He pets it. It's his friend. His safety blanket. His little "mommy button." It's pretty funny. I like to sing to him "moley-moley-moley." Okay, it's less of a song and more of a bad Mike Meyers impression.

He HATES having his face wiped. And won't wear a bib. Therefore meals are always very messy.

Whenever you give him a new object to explore, he likes to flip it over and see what's underneath. He's very inquisitive. 

He's a squatter. His favourite position when he's playing on the floor, or taking a brief "rest" from running around is to squat really low to the ground. My little yogi.

He laughs. A lot. At pretty much anything. ESPECIALLY when he's tired. His tired laughs are the best.

He likes to dance. When he wants to dance, he'll pull you over to the TV and motion you to pick him up. Once in your arms bopping around, he's quite content. This is one of the only times he'll stay still long enough to get a good snuggle. 

Since he was a newborn, we've been reading him "The Very Hungry Caterpillar." At the end of the book there is a picture of a butterfly, and I always make the book "fly" into him for a kiss. He always kisses the butterfly. Always. 


Okay, I could go on and on and on, but you probably don't really care. To be fair, I warned you that I was going to do some Mom bragging / nostalga-ing. 

I'd like to wrap up this first birthday post with a few words for my son.
Firstly, I want you to know how loved you are. Your Dad and I love you with every inch of our heart. You are also surrounded by grandparents, aunts, and uncles who love you like their own child. You are so fortunate to have this fortress of love around you. 
Secondly, I want you to know that your Dad and I aren't perfect (hard to imagine, I'm sure) but we are trying to be the best parents we can be. We want to teach you to stand on your own two feet, and make decisions for yourself. We want you to feel supported while being independent. Be a leader, and follow your heart. Always. Ask questions. Explore. And always remember to laugh along the way.
We love you so very much Cole and we hope you have a very burgerlicious first birthday party (even if you can't remember it). 
xoxoxo Thank you for being you.
Mom and Dad