Happy Birthday Steven

Steven turns one today. A year ago Marathon Girl and I were preparing to go to the hospital and telling Aidan he was going to spend some time with Grandma and Grandpa. Nerves kept us from sleeping much that night and by the time we arrived at the hospital we were already tired.

Steven arrived early that evening. He had a piercing cry could be heard all over post-partum wing of the hospital.  One nurse said she was glad she didn’t have to take him home. Fortunately, the piercing nature of his cry slowly faded and his real personality began to emerge. Turns out he’s quite the daredevil and has no qualms about trying new things.

Yesterday, for example, we took him to the park and I’d put him up at the top of the slide and hold his hand as he went down. After going down the slide twice with my help, Steven didn’t want me to hold his hand any more. He was content to go down by himself. Once he reached the bottom of the slide he’d laugh, then hold his arms out to indicate he was ready to do it again. This went on for a good 20 minutes.

He also loves books. If I place a book in the floor he slides it over to where I’m at and looks at me expectantly. If I don’t pick up the book and start reading, he’ll pick it up and give it to me. And when I do read to him, he’ll sit there patiently and listen. What a great kid.

Happy Birthday, Steven. We’re so glad you’re part of our family.