11-9-11.
I'm not sure how to say this differently than I've said it before but it sure is just cool to watch these guys grow up like they are.
Davie is walking. Full on walking. Went completely across the kitchen by himself today...then turned around and went back. Solid. In that regard I'd say he's further along that the other two at this same age, just by a bit.
His favorite place is on Michelle or my own's left hip. He can't stand to be ground level, it's much better from 5 feet up. Don't put him down and don't try to hug him. He just likes the view from there.
The little man is smart, observant and has somehow survived Mackay through the critical first 12 months. CMB can't walk through the room without having an overpowering impulse consume him and require that he grab tug squeeze and maim David at every opportunity. Every opportunity. It's actually been one of our great parenting challenges to keep the kid safe from his brother.
Brigham on the other hand has been pretty cool. Where as David for months has cried anytime Mack comes within 2 feet, he gets excited when Brig pays attention to him. Beeg will act very silly and kind of crazy in any effort to get his brother to laugh. And he is successful frequently. It is fun to watch and see why 'brother' is such a unique and strong title to have.
I just looked back at what I wrote in the last two paragraphs and I think it worthy to note that Mackay acts like he does because he is purely in love with his little brother. He wants to be near him and he wants to play with him but he just lacks the self control to do it in a nice and acceptable manner yet. These two will be good friends someday--when Davie can defend himself.
The little man is teething. One year molars or something. They hurt and they make him cry but it's just another sign that our baby is growing.
He also loves the stairs. We have a split level house so we have four sets of stairs that are kind of a centerpiece to the place. But they splay out and therefore can't be effectively blocked off with a fence. So instead we have just had to teach the child how not to tumble down them. And he has gotten good. It is not uncommon to lose him for 7 seconds and find him one level up. Or to watch him slide down on his belly; though today I saw a new one. He was plopping down from step to step on his can, seemingly enjoying the bang at each new level more than the last.
David is a momma's boy. He loves to be held in her arms and watch other people. When they engage him he goes all shy guy on them and buries his head in her shoulder. I don't know that he'll ever grow out of his infatuation with his mother. I hope not.
He is learning sign language quickly. He knows and occasionally will show airplane, milk, bye-bye and all done. I think that will be very developed shortly as he finds out it makes it easier to get what he wants. Bedtime is a breeze with this kid. He was hard to get on a bottle and his mother was more than happy when that day arrived but since then he has had a specific routine that just works without a hitch come 8pm.
For his party we hung our Birthday banner in the kitchen and set out a couple of presents at his counter seat. We'll play together tomorrow and attend a party for his cousin Coco and then Saturday night in Lehi have a big 'destroy the cake' get together with Grandma Susie.
I have a thing I do. Every night on my way up to bed I turn the foyer light on and then sneak into each bedroom one by one to check on and tuck my boys back in. it's a guilty pleasure I enjoy deep in my little heart. These kids are unique. They are loud. They are haaaaaaard to handle. But I'd put any one of them up against any one of yours in any regard on any day. Because they are that good.
We love this boy something fierce. He is handsome like the rest of us. He is smarter that the curve and I'm pretty sure he will be leaping buildings before long. David is amazing and we are grateful for who he is and who he will become. Happy birthday boy.
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