All of a sudden, Felix is one. And all of a sudden, he’s acting like it. Meaning: falling and hitting his head every day, using almost-sort-of-words (mostly “DA!” and maybe, “Mamama!” and possibly, “Nana” —banana), doing that walk with his hands in the air, poking pictures in books, and throwing blocks and balls. Those things.
He also crawl-sprints for the door every time someone opens it, loves to be outside, and can’t get a decent nap or night’s sleep to save anyone’s sanity. But at least he puts himself to sleep.
His actual birthday was . . . kind of the worst. He fell and hit his head first thing (big bruise on his forehead), then got two shots at the doctor’s office and had to get his finger pricked twice to verify that he does indeed have anemia (just like his siblings), and he is losing ground in the growing game, having fallen a couple of percentiles in both weight and height to put him even farther down in the “pretty scrawny” category. But at least his head is decently big.
Despite all that, the most traumatizing thing at the doctor’s office was the exam table. He totally freaked out about that. I assume it was the paper they line the thing with.
Oh, and it snowed. And he had a fever. (Just a small one.)
I had hoped to take him out for ice cream but it was cold and he was tired. It just didn’t seem right. So we put that plan on hold and tried to get him to open his gifts before plopping him in his bed and letting him sleep.
The next day was his party and while he was still very clingy and tired, he was not feverish or cranky, so we went ahead with his birthday party. We just had a bunch friends over and had a “block party:” block shaped cakes, jello blocks, blocks of cheese . . . because Felix likes blocks. Or throwing them and knocking them down. And putting them back in the drawer occasionally.
He was such a champ about the whole thing. As long as he was being held he was happy, and we were happy to hold him so it all worked out fine. His siblings helped him blow out his candle and he was very gracious about staying awake for his guests.
It may not have been the best birthday he’s ever had (though maybe it was! I’ve heard being born can be quite traumatic!) but at least we got to celebrate this sweet young thing. He certainly is worth celebrating.