Sweet, sweet Kyle. I’m so sorry, sweet baby, that Mommy didn’t write you a letter about how much I adore you on your first birthday. It’s not that I don’t think you are amazing or that you’re not as cute as the other two, it’s just that you’re the third child! I don’t even have a baby book for you. I can’t remember when you got your first tooth, sat up, crawled or what your first solid food reaction was. But I do remember that it all happened and YOU, my littlest one, have stolen my heart!
Kyle. Kyle Ranen. Ky Ky. Ky Ky Raney. Raney. Raney-boo. Raney-bug. Rane. Bunny. Boom-chicky. Kenny-Koony. Cowell. We call you all kinds of things around here, the four of us. Daddy, Mommy, Ella and Seth all have special names for you and you answer to every one of them! Your smile lights me up and makes it impossible for me to resist. I love your six teeth (as I write this) and your fat, squishy cheeks. You are mommy’s biggest baby boy at a whopping 23 pounds at your first birthday! You have the fattest tummy and roly-poly legs that are so much fun to squeeze and tickle. You have the sweetest laugh and the most tender touch. I love it when you lean over to kiss me with a smile and a “Mmmmmmmm!” I love how you want to sit in my lap and lay your head on me. I love how you pat me and reach out your fat little baby hand to just touch my cheek. Your wispy hair flies all over your head and is as soft as a baby duckling.
I love you, Kyle. I’m so, so glad God gave you to me. What would I have done without you? You are indeed joyful…just like your name “Ranen” means. You have brought much joy into our house and every day I can’t help but thank the Lord for sending you to us. Ella loves to grab you under the arms and tote you around the house, and you just let her. You do love to put her Barbie shoes in your mouth, but I’m so glad you’ve learned to spit them out and show them to me when I walk in the room. Seth loves to grab you by the neck and wrestle you to the ground. You learned very quickly that your best chance of survival is to scream before he even touches you, so that Daddy or I will come running to your rescue. But you and Seth do love each other. In fact, I think you two have a special language that I can’t understand, but works well when you’re playing at the train table.
I’m thankful that you are laid back and patient. You seem to be very content and don’t mind playing and exploring by yourself. A lot of times you tell me “no” when you’re doing something you’re not supposed to….just to remind me that you know what I’m about to say and you’ll stop. There are some things you are passionate about though, like pressing buttons on the remote control, climbing into cabinets and on the dishwasher door, emptying cabinets and drawers, and squeezing in to tight spaces. And while I may have driven myself crazy not allowing Ella or Seth to do any of those things, I just go ahead and let you. After all, you are the third child and I’ve learned there are some battles just not worth fighting. Oh, and you are very passionate about being held too. I think that’s why you are now 15 months and still not walking.
So sweet baby, you are most welcome to reach those chubby little arms up to me and say “Mama,” rest on my hip as I work around the house, enjoy a warm bottle every now and then, empty out the kids’ art cabinet and climb on in. I’ll let you wear your pajamas all day, eat more than one hot chocolate chip cookie right out of the oven, play in Ella’s room when she’s at school, drink out of all my cups that have straws, blow bubbles in your milk and play with my cell phone and the remote control. After all, you are the third child.
I love you forever and a day, Mommy
P.S. If anyone every says you are spoiled, don’t believe a word of it!