Dear Owen;Today, my Monster, you turn 1 years old.
You've accomplished some really amazing things in the past year, and we are the luckiest parents in the world...because you're ours, and we're yours.
At first, We weren't sure what to think of you, your fat lip, your silly smile, and your big greeny blue eyes. We quickly became attached to them, and your stole our hearts with every giggle, oooh and grunt.
In the first six months, you mastered the art of rolling over, playing with your toys, responding to your name and once you had a taste of real honest-to-goodness food, there was no turning back. You positively
hated apricots (even though it was funny for us to give them to you), but absolutely LOVED everything else that Mama made for you (which I loved making for you and am sad to be saying goodbye to big batches of baby food...but excited for you to eat meals with us and explore a whole new world!)
Your milestones were great and wonderful, from your first crawl while Mama was on a conference call and silently jumped up and down, to how you now scale the full set of stairs and dance and sing.
We did have some scary moments though...like when you choked on your medicine, all of those nasty shots that Nurse Pam gave you at your checkups, and recently when you've tried to go down the stairs head first (boys have no fear).
My sweet sweet boy...
Our favourite moments with you are bathtime when you splash and play with your airplanes. You love to line them up on the side of the tub, stand and throw them overboard, saying "Uh oh!" and looking at us to throw them back in. We play peek-a-boo when you're all wrapped up in your duck towel, then Daddy dries you off and gives you a good snuggle.
You absolutely hate to be strapped down these days, you want to go go go! You want to crawl and explore, to get into your boxes of toys and blocks, to make towers and knock them over and to dance and sing. To stand at the patio door, and work your way around to the windows, breakfast bar and find me in the kitchen.
You're such a funny little guy. You like to shake your booty when we say "Can you dance, dance, dance?" and you sing with Mama in the car. It makes your mommy so incredibly happy that you love to dance and sing, and that you love to paint!
I'll tell you a secret, my Owen. Sometimes when I am rocking you for a nap, I do it for me, and not for you. I close my eyes, listening to the Beatles music, thinking about your Poppa, and then I look down at you...fast asleep and my heart absolutely melts. He would have loved you so very much, Owen. So so much...

Our lives have changed, and definitely for the better. While we look forward to the few hours of quiet when you go down for the night, I get excited about what we're going to do the next day. Whether it's walking with our friends P and Eliot, or it's just staying home and playing all day. Each day is full of something new for you, and it's amazing to watch.
Happy Birthday, my dear boy. We love you so incredibly much.
Thank you for choosing us.