[update, for posterity's sake: doctor's visit at 1 year = 27.5" tall (6%) and 17.5 pounds (14%)... you're still a little bird!]
Oh, Abby June.
If you just aren’t a peach of a thing! Lawd, Child… who knew kid number 3 would be so normal? Saturday, you turned 1… which seems impossible, but it’s true. We call you Muppet and Abby-O. While you’re a happy little girl, you are not easy to impress… possibly because there is a constant 3-ring circus surrounding you. We have to WORK to get you to giggle, and we do- because it’s worth it. You have some serious hair, hazel eyes, and an extremely kissable mouth. My favorite thing that you do is this “Oooooooo” thing, where you’re half singing, half excited.
See what I mean? Those lips. I love them.
You are extremely quick. Rylie learns things over time and repetition. Gus Man tries and tries until he succeeds by brute force. You, on the other hand, you study something and then move forward with quiet confidence. Wanna climb stairs? Sure. How ’bout we just do all 20 the first time and without a problem? Hear us talking at dinner? Why not just repeat what we’re saying? No big deal. Only have 2 teeth? Whatever. Bring on the solid food. I’ve no doubt you’ll be walking soon. (All three kiddos crawled at 9 months. Ry walked at 23 months; Gideon walked at 15 months. Care to make a guess for Abby? Pick a date. Curt said February 2.)
You fill in all our gaps.
I have traveled with you twice alone… just me and you on planes, checking out the world and visiting family. You can handle skipping naps, altitude changes, multiple time zones, and extremely attentive puppies. You are not afraid to cry and be heard, though the noise of the rest of the family often drowns you out. It was so fun, both trips, to just BE with you. Only you. You are hilarious and easy.
That last picture… you holding the giraffe? Makes me laugh so. hard. You are 100% personality.
You’re still only giving us 6 hours of consecutive sleep overnight, which- what’s up with that? You’re a great morning and afternoon napper. I think at night you get into some serious routines because you wake at the same time every night and demand an audience. We’d just let you figure out life, but, Child, you are our angriest crier. By far. AND, you’re directly under our bedroom, which makes you impossible to ignore at 4:22 am. Let’s work on that, ok?
You sleep in the laundry room. Yes- in the unfinished half of the basement with Abe and the washer and dryer and boxes of hand-me-down clothing. We’ve pushed this little shoe-box of a house to its very limits of space. There is just no more room. Anywhere. And, since all of you kids have completely different sleep schedules, sharing a bedroom with Gideon (mister night owl and world’s lightest sleeper) or Ry (asleep by 7pm, up before God) is just not an option. The reality is, you couldn’t care less. The bunk-beds are waiting for you, though… as soon as you’re ready.
You’re the littlest and our last. I could watch you for hours… just growing and making faces and living life. I love you, Abby June.