It's an overused statement, but: my how time flies.
It's hard to believe that this one-dimple baby came into this world 365 days and three hours ago. It wasn't that long ago that I heard his first cry. When I opened my eyes wide in amazement. When I heard Brian yell out from behind the operating table, "nine pounds, one ounce!" Oh my.
Our "little" boy surprised us in the very beginning and he's been doing the same ever since.
We had no idea that he would be a nine-pounder. Everyone knows his brother was a ten-pounder and you would have thought by the way I was carrying Carter that he wouldn't be any more than seven pounds.
Ever since that first laughter filled the operating room at St. John's Mercy on January 18th, 2011 at 10:30 a.m., Carter has been making us laugh with his never ending surprises as an infant. Brian and I thought we knew what we were doing since this was our second go-around. But true to form, Carter had to prove us wrong. He is a completely different child from his brother. It is as though Carter finds amusement in changing the way things work in the Daniels' household.
He was much more content to eat and sleep on his own schedule. From the very beginning, there was no waking this child to get a bottle in his mouth. You would just have to wait until he "expressed" his desire to eat. And the same holds true a year later. I was prepared for Carter to give up one of his two daily naps when he turned one just like his older brother did. Uh, nope. Carter decided he wasn't going to sleep in the afternoon by the time he turned ten months old.
I've also been prepping myself to start weaning the bottle from him soon. Christopher basically threw the bottle at us on his first birthday. Refusing to take one thereafter. I don't think it will be that easy with the young troublemaker. Just today, he threw an absolute fit (as he always does) when I set him on the floor to change his diaper before his bottle. I turned my back for one minute to grab a wipe and Carter had already jumped up and headed toward his bottle on the table. Yes. He was naked from the waist down.
Carter also gave up his binky when he was just a month old. I don't know why, but he spit it out one day and decided from then on that his hand would do the job just fine.
We didn't have any teethers from when Christopher was a baby. Christopher never had the need to put anything in his mouth. Carter is just the opposite. I basically bought out Babies R Us and their stock of teethers.
He also has no care to start walking yet. When you see his one-year video (to be aired at his first birthday party on Saturday, and added here next week) you'll see what I am talking about. Carter walks on his knees. Yessir. You heard me. He actually walks around on his knees. Everyone said that the second child walks earlier than the first. Christopher walked at 11 months. Not Carter. I'm pretty sure he'll be walking on his knees for a couple more months before he finally figures out it's not the same as walking.
Carter is not afraid of anything whereas his brother was always a little timid. We never had to worry about Christopher walking or crawling away from us at a friend's house. He always stuck by our side. Not Carter. Turn your back for one second and he's shoving a toy down the dog's throat.
Carter is also not afraid to tell you what he wants. Or more importantly, tell you when your giving him the opposite of what he wants. Try telling him that's all the applesauce there is. Or try taking away the credit card bill he grabbed off the table. You try. See what happens. That kid can be intimidating. More applesauce? Absolutely, don't freak out... don't freak out... I'll be right back.
Along the same lines, Carter is VERY vocal. Christopher is such a quiet child. (Well he was at Carter's age anyway.) But Carter seems to have this ear-piercing squeal. His laugh is so loud, the people in Switzerland are calling us asking what is so funny.
And the moaning... Oh Carter. He has the funniest moan when he eats. It's as though he's never tasted something so delicious before in his life. Oh Cheerio, you. are. amazing.... mmmmmm....mmm..mm... It really is hysterical to watch him eat. I only wish I enjoyed my food as much as he does. I also hope that the moaning stops before he is required to eat in public. Such as pre-school.
Oh pre-school. He has three more years, I know. But this is where it begins. First they turn one and then the next thing you know, you're dropping them off at their first day of school.
But I guess it was inevitable. Our baby is no longer a baby.
So here's to Carter: Our sweet, precious, one-of-a-kind, crazy kid that we can't get enough of. Happy Birthday to you Carter. We love you and are so excited to see what the next year might hold.
I love you,