Dearest Roscoe,
Right now, you're curled up next to your dad in our bedroom. You fought sleep like a ninja for TWO HOURS. When I thought you were asleep, I snuck out of bed to get some me time. Then, I heard your little whimper of, "Maaaaahm" behind me. You were still awake, kid! You threw your perfect little arms around my neck and nuzzled down back to sleep in no time. Those moments are passing faster. You're starting to push me away from our nightly cuddle sessions to wrap yourself up in blankets and fall asleep by yourself. So, I cherish those moments when you're still lost without me.
March 2013
April 2013
May 2013
See, you're pretty independent, Coe. Since you started moving, you've been on a mission to test all toddler limitations. People never believe what a rager you are, until they've been in our house for 10 minutes. After they've seen you scale the side of the counter to try and turn on the stove, escape through the backdoor to play in water from the faucet and climb the stairs to throw heavy objects at people's heads, they are believers. You are unreal. I can't take my eyes off you for a second, and whenever I do, you always have some terrifying surprise waiting for me. I think I'd be more of a frazzled mom if you didn't look so cute while attempting to destroy the entire house.
June 2013
July 2013
August 2013
Because, you're pretty much the sweetest devil that ever lived. You have such strong love in you. Your hugs are like magic. You run up to me at random times during the day just to pat me on the back and kiss my face. You take care of your big brother whenever he's sad; you agonize over him if he's in any pain at all. It's amazing to watch your love in action. You make strangers smile and everyone around you laugh. And, man. There is nothing as electric as that laugh of yours. GAH. Just thinking about it makes me want to tickle the mess out of you.
September 2013
October 2013
Roscoe speak is one of the great joys of my day. You have the funniest accent. It's like-- a Boston/ Southern drawl. Things that are hot are "TOO HAWWWT", "Car" is "Cahh," "Wrigley" is "Wig-ah-wee." I really need to record it, because it's downright hilarious. You've started speaking gibberish sentences. I will understand maybe two words in the PARAGRAPH you're reciting. And, your dramatic inflection and gestures just serve to make everything more entertaining. I'm sure at some point, you'll just figure it all out, and we'll realize you've been reciting Shakespeare sonnets the whole time.
November 2013
December 2013
You are more than mobile, you're AGILE. You can already scoot around on your scooter faster than I can! You are an amazing dancer ("What the Fox Say" is most definitely your jam of choice). You are ridiculously coordinated for a two year old (although, don't tell that to your missing canine tooth). I always joke that I need to get you training for the X-games, but seriously. I need to get you training for the X-games.
January 2013
February 2013
Roscoe, Coe baby, Roe-Coe-Coe, Coaster Rica, Rocky, Roller Coaster, My life without you would be boring. You have brought more joy to this little family than you will ever know. You are vibrant, loving, funny and adventurous. I promise to nurture and fight for those qualities always. You will always be my baby boy, and I am so insanely lucky to be your mom ( here's hoping that luck keeps us out of the ER for a long time!).
xoxoxox,
Your Maaaaaaahma
