I love that he no longer sticks every object he finds in his mouth. He can now play in our backyard without the danger of swallowing countless leaves, sticks, and rocks. He still chews on them occasionally, but I no longer worry that he'll have a stomach full of rocks within five minutes of being let loose.
I love that he is able to communicate with us by pointing or showing us what he wants instead of the crying (by him) and guessing (by us) of the first months. And adding words to the mix? I cannot wait to hear what comes out of his little mouth.
I love that he plays little games with us. When Neil gets home from work he and HP head into his room for some play time. Neil will set up obstacle courses for him to climb through--including his own body--and I will hear him laughing and laughing.
I love how much more settled we all feel. HP's got a rhythm, and while it changes from week to week (or day to day), we generally know what to expect. A year in, and our family is more comfortable with our respective roles and routine. It no longer feels like we're struggling to keep our heads above water; we're able to enjoy the swim.
I know, I know. I am sure experienced parents are shaking their head at my naivety of what's to come. Toddlers have their own set of challenges. I have no doubt that HP will test our patience as he exerts his will and learns his limits. But for now, I am embracing the fun this age brings.
Toddlerhood, here we come!