Dear Diego

Dear Diego
You are 11 months old now. You are walking, talking (with your hands, despite your father you have learned a couple of signs already), listening, understanding, dancing, singing. You are such a little boy now. We are always joking that you have stopped crawling altogether now because 'crawling is for babies'. There are no babies left in this house. In the last week you have done many amazing things but two have stood out. I was watching TV this week, a movie in Italian. Someone in the film said a phrase which included the word 'bravo'. You immediately turned around to find me and clapped your hands. Bravo! You are clearly a genius. I also have to be much more careful what I watch on TV from now on. You have been loving books. We read books at night before bed. Today I had shut off all the lights and was singing you to sleep. In honor of Christmas time I was singing Silent Night. You recognized the tune and sat right up to look for your book of Christmas Carols. Wow! Little man you are a joy to be around and it is so much fun to watch you learning.
Today was our last day together on maternity leave, and also your father's last day at his current job. You're going to be spending lots more time with him in the next little bit. Good thing too because you seem to be preferring him lately. Today you fell and cut your tongue on one of your sharp little teeth. You wanted your dad and not me. Just for the record I think that's great. I love to see you together.
Tomorrow is Christmas Eve - our first together. What a fun and wonderful journey we have started. I was thinking today that you are growing up fast and while I'm sure it will go too fast I am really excited to see who you become and talk to you all grown up. I know I've told you this before but I sure am glad you picked us.

Mom.