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Dear Sebastian,

I would've loved to have had the luxury of sitting down earlier today and penning a sappy Hallmarker for you to read when you reach the age of reading and comprehension milestones but I am 99.9% sure you threw my glasses away yesterday and so far I've spent 99% of the waking hours of your first birthday tearing the house apart looking for them (still lost - FYI). I really need to find them because when I can't see then I squint and I look angrier than my baseline look (which is contemplative-angry) and our trip to to buy a box of Duncin Hines Red Velvet cake mix (I've learned my lesson) was met with lots of angry stare-backs from all of our Target co-patrons.

Anyway, thank you for being a mostly happy human.

You defy the Patton nature and wake up in a weirdly good mood day after day and nap after nap and I can't tell you how nice this is after dealing with two years of someone else's record-breakingly ugly wake up moods. You are very proficient in lots of important arenas: dropping it like it's hot to anything that slightly resembles a dance-able beat, pulling and tugging my always elastic waist pants down around my knees (not in public, yet - thank you), never ever wanting to be held or touched, driving Julia to hourly tears, pulling everyone's hair, and bemoaning bath time. Your greatest talent is run-wandering. You snuck out the front door a few weeks ago and we let you think you were getting away with something while you sprinted (supervised!!!) down the sidewalk. You made it five houses down before Simon (your father) went and caught you but I have no doubt that you would've made it all the way to California if your energy stores would've allowed. You are always getting in trouble with the mom-choppers at the park for putting acorns, rocks, and leaves in your mouth and wandering more than 8 feet from my person and I'm getting really terrible at hiding my eye rolls when they tattle on you - somethings we can both work on together.

I hope you have the best birthday you've ever had. So far, so productive ...

We love you,

Grace (mother), Simon, (father), Julia (sister and sometimes nemesis) and the other (sibling)


You want to read more about Simon's heir? I can do that:

Birth Story
3 Months
Temperament
6 Months