Sorry this is just a sweet, mushy, letter to my little one year old.
Dear Casey Roo,
As I sit here at work and remember this day one year ago I can't help but wonder, where did this last yera go to? You were so easy during my labor. Contractions are awful but they always are but you were so excited to come into the world that you didn't make me go through them for long. We got to the hospital at 6 and you were here by 7:50. As I was dropping you off at Grandma's today it hit 7:50 and I could help but think of all the things that were happening at that time a year ago.....
Daddy and I were so thrilled to finally have you in our arms. You were such a considerate baby and waiting until I had your room finished, it was 12 weeks until the end of the school year (so I didn't have to go back until the next school year), and so that I had a week to recover before I had to go back to my night class. Though you thought you might have wanted out at 32 weeks you were kind enough and smart enough to wait until 37 weeks.
I remember just looking at your cute little feet that bend all the way up to your leg like a frog for weeks because of how you were in my tummy. I thought it was the cutest thing. I love how even now your still curl up into the scrunched up position when you get your clothes taken off.
You were such an amazing baby. I know Mom's all say that but you truly were. You slept pretty well through the night well for atleast (4-5 hour stretches at a time) within the first week. You allowed me to try and time naps perfectly with Weston so we could all get a nap in. (Your brother didn't always cooperate, and sometimes you didn't either but for the most part I was allowed a nap or two a week.)
Cason, you were such a mover in my stomach (unless Daddy went to feel you move) that I shouldn't have been surprised out what a wiggle worm you were. You always are on the move. You love to walk along furniture, crawl all the way upstairs to your room or bathroom, any where you can go you do. You were even such a wiggler when you were tiny that you got a bald spot from rubbing your head trying to look around at everything. I truly think you will be my hyperactive, sweet little boy. Man is changing your diaper a chore you don't want to slow down even to get dressed. Sometime I think I will have to hog tie you just to put the diaper on. LOL!
You are always so happy. Cason you were always so happy unless you were hungry. Then watch out. You have always had a love for food and nothing better stand in your way when you decide its time to eat. Even when you were sick and miserable with the swine flu and teething you were still always so happy. Smiling at everyone, hardly even fussing. You just love to be happy! When I see your sweet smile I can't help but smile back and even laugh. Your excitement for life is just so contagious.
"Momma, Momma, Momma" I love that Momma was your first real word and that you get so excited when you see me whether it be when I pick you from Grandma's, when I get you up from bed, or when I walk back in the room. I love that you choose me to be your first word. I was Dada with Weston for so long but you call me Momma and no one else. Daddy isn't even Momma. This just melts my heart. I think its safe to say you have wrapped me around your little finger.
You have always loved Weston. You used to get so excited just to see him. Too bad he hasn't shown that much enthusiasum for you until recently. I can tell you wont let your big brother just push you around. You are a strong personality that wont let anyone get the best of you. Though you are the complete opposite of Weston. And I didn't think I could love anyone as much I as I love your brother and your Daddy. You have shown me that I do have enough love for another. I love you so much and am so glad you picked your Daddy and I to be your parents. I love you so much! Happy First Birthday.
Love, Mommy
The CAKE!
