He seems so big to me right now. He's tall and he talks all the time and learns something new every thirty seconds, and sometimes in my head I catch myself thinking about "my two-year-old" and I have to remind myself that he is still only one! Before I had Joey, probably like a lot of childless people, I had no real concept of what kids can do at what ages. I sort of thought of one-year-olds as advanced newborns, I guess. But no, man, he's a whole person, with memory and opinions and jokes. (And a not-fully-developed brain, and ridiculous temper tantrums, and a need for diapers.)
I want to remember how he calls himself "Jo-Jo," only it sounds like "Dodo." How he sometimes puts his head up right by my belly and says "HI BABY," but then points at his belly button and says "baby!" And then at Chris's belly button. How the other day in the car we reminded him that Mama has a baby, but Jo-Jo and Chris do not have babies, and later he quietly started saying to himself, "Mama yes, Daddy no, Jo-Jo no. Mama yes, Daddy no, Jo-Jo no."
I want to remember how he just started to jump with both feet off the ground, and counts to one before he jumps. How he tries to be brave and jump off the bottom step of the stairs but really just takes a step down and kind of lurches his body in a pretend jump.
I want to remember how he loves cats. I mean, sure, maybe it's been forced upon him. But still, he hasn't rejected it, even as our cats have rejected him. Oscar runs in terror when he sees Joey coming. Battlecat has instilled a healthy fear in Joey (as she has in all of us). But recently his favorite stuffed animal is the stuffed cat I had when I was kid, and his second favorite is the stuffed cat I made him for Christmas last year. He always asks Chris and me to draw kitties ("ditty!") on his notepad, and has memorized which of his books have kitties in them.
I want to remember how fast he learns everything. It took him months to say my name, a few weeks to really learn his own, but today we taught him how to answer "how old are you?" in about forty-five seconds.
I want to remember how much he likes to make people laugh. (Though I suspect I won't be able to forget that in the years to come...) How he's started to drag blankets and stuffed animals everywhere he goes, including Target and the playground. How he calls lions and tigers "Yarrs," as in "YARRRRRR!" as in a toddler version of a lion's roar. How he beatboxes and air drums along to the radio. How he is tall and strong and loud, but at bedtime when he asks for me and snuggles into my neck, he is still my tiny baby.