The Longest Year
It’s hard to believe it’s almost been a year since Frankie’s arrival. His birthday is Friday, July 14th. Our house is messier, our lives busier and more complicated and nothing will even return to what it once was. But we both agree it was the best thing we ever did. We’re still shocked and awed that the two of us could produce a kid as good-looking as Frankie. He is so close to crawling…or just deciding to walk. He moves in ways we are still unclear about. If you leave the room for a minute and return, somehow he’s moved five feet. The other day, I left to use the restroom and heard a toy from his Office playing a familiar tune and repeating “Cat! Gato!” over and over again. This confused me because he wasn’t actually in his Office. I ran to the other room and found him standing up, holding onto the edge of its outer saucer for dear life, pressing the buttons over and over. He learns so incredibly fast it never ceases to amaze and frighten us. He’s turned into a terror inside stores…a bottle of wine and carton of tomatoes gave their lives for Frankie’s amusement this past weekend. Clearly, the destruction could be worse…and we expect it to be.
We will be traveling to Houston on Friday with Grandma Joann to Grandma and Grandpa Frank and Judy’s for the big celebration. I should get some pictures up sometime next week. I’d like to give a shout out to Colton, who’s about to turn two on Friday, as well as my brother, who will be thirty-one. Bastille Day is popular for birthdays in our family, I suppose!