Christmas is coming and I imagine even more of what you would be like at this time. I imagine you crawling around the house naked with a trail of clothes behind you as you've realized that wearing a diaper and clothes just isn't your thing. I think you would be a long way off from walking but Daddy likes to imagine that you would be running around the house naked.
I imagine that this year we would keep the tree baron of decorations for fear they would all wind up in your mouth. I imagine while I am busy wrapping the gifts we have bought for Nanny and relatives that you are busy behind me tearing the wrapping paper off them. I imagine the tree would not only be cat mutilated but kid decimated by this time.
I imagine you spitting out your veggies as fast as I can shovel them in as you have also decided that healthy food is not your thing either. I imagine every corner of every boxed and wrapped gift is chewed up by both you and the cat. You would have both been famous partners in crime.
I imagine after a big dinner everyone blaming you for their stinky farts. We already did that last year. Since you would be a man of few words I think we could have gotten away with that for quite a long time.
I imagine you having a temper tantrum as we tried to take the bows and boxes off you in an effort to get you more interested in the gifts that were inside them. "Look at this Jack isn't this toy fun.Ok, Ok, just play with the cardboard box then." I think your new word would be "MY!" short for mine and that by the law of Jack anything found within your reach would now and forever be no one elses property but your own.
I imagine the candy cane that Nanny was not supposed to give you to gum and bite on was now stuck in your massive main of unruly hair. I imagine you biting and chewing on everything by now with the teeth you do have. You may have alot by this time. You started teething early and your first tooth started to poke through in Feb of last year while you were in the PICU.Everyone was astounded.
I imagine your squeals of glee at seeing and feeling snow sprinkle on your head. I imagine you moaning in terror as we sit you on Santa's knee and the nasty scowl you would always have just for all the Christmas family photos.
I imagine you baby; that's all I can do. I long for you. Jack and Mummy forever.
PS I LOVE YOU