Rapscallion

Dear Ziggy,

Rapscallion is a pretty good word to describe you. You are full of mischief and so curious about every tiny detail out there in the world. You’re a little rascal.

The chair is a chair. The chair is not a chair.

I call you rapscallion but one day Daddy translated it over to ‘hip-hop onion’. Then he drew a picture of a hip hop onion. I have it somewhere.

We are the corniest.

We went to the Hall of Science the other day and you were being very precocious with this wooden walker. I was proud.

You are pretty awesome. So awesome that I’m afraid to attempt to have any more babies for fear that we could never produce another quite as amazing as you.
The chances are slim. And you can’t really improve on perfection.

xo
Mommy

345 Days

Dear Ziggy,

You’re almost a year old. Just look at you. I am absolutely dumbfounded. You are the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to me. Do you know?

You’ve come a long way (baby). I can’t imagine my world without you and it feels full of so much more possibility and wonder since you arrived.

You are my sunshine,
Mama

Stand In The Place Where You Live

Use those legs, baby. That’s what they’re there for.
Stand, squat, lunge, hop, skip, jump, kick, tap, wiggle!
But most importantly, DANCE.