He’s 1 and I can’t believe it!

Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle,
Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle,
Little sack of sugar
I could eat you up.

Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle,
Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle,
Little sack of sugar
I could eat you up.

You have been a little mystery since we first saw your little heartbeat. What were we going to do with 2? Would be able to share clothes or have to buy a whole new wardrobe? Would you be anything like your brother?

Hey, hey, hey,
You’re my little sack of sugar
Ho! Ho! Ho!
My little sack of sweet.

Hee, hee, hee,
My pretty little angel.
So pretty, pretty, pretty
I could eat your feet

From the minute I held you and saw your curly hair, I was smitten again. So sweet, so sunny, so gentle. You look just like your Dada with the same nose as your brother. I don’t remember a lot about your first few days, but I remember feeling more confident than I had before. I knew you were mine. Then something terrible happened – the world around us filled with water and we could only watch and wait. I held you close and thanked the Father for bringing you before all that happened and for keeping us safe.

Hey, hey, hey,
My little honey-bunny
Ho! Ho! Ho!
My little turtle dove.

Hee, hee, hee,
My little sack of ‘taters.
So pretty, pretty, pretty
I could eat your toes

To be very honest, your first few months were a bit blurry too. I was trying to figure out how to take care of you and your wild brother. I remember we spent a lot of time in our jammies! Sweet friends came and helped and sat with us and loved on you!!

Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle,
Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle,
Little sack of sugar
I could eat you up.

You were a lot noisier than your brother at night! You wiggled and talked and kept us up. You got a room to yourself once you would sleep for 5 hrs. straight! Your hair fell out and came back in blonde! I prayed and prayed your eyes would stay blue like your Dada’s and they have! Now everyone claims they look just like someone in our family. Who ever would have thought I would have had a blonde haired, blue eyed baby?

Hey, hey, hey,
My tootsie wootsie.
Rangle,tangle, dangle,
You’re my honey in a tree.

Ho! Ho! Ho!
My butterfly-flitters,
So pretty, pretty, pretty
I could eat your nose.

Your growing has seemed so fast!! It is probably because I have been more worried about keeping you alive with a very active big brother than taking note of milestones. But every time you reach one, sitting up or standing or getting teeth, it takes me by surprise and I cry more than a little. But you light up my sadness with your amazing smile and your sweet cuddles. You are my cuddle bug. Holding tight to me or Dada while you examine the world. You are our little feeler. You wear your heart on your sleeve and we never have to wonder what is going on in your head.

Goo goo google
and a coo and a cuddle
Kick your foot like a bicycle pedal
Pretty little hoe down
And a one eyed frog
So pretty pretty pretty 
I could gobble you whole

So my precious, on your first birthday, which I have of course been late in recording, I celebrate your love of music, dancing, cars & trucks, pulling my hair, smiling, tubby baths with brubber and how much love and joy you have brought to our life and my heart. You are my sweet little sack of sugar and I can always eat you up!! Happy 1st year my precious baby! Your mama loves you so!

Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle,
Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle.
Little sack of sugar 
I could eat you up.

“Little Sack of Sugar” lyrics by Woody Guthrie

Xa’s 1st Year! from Jen Jarnagin on Vimeo.

“Its a Big World” Lyrics and Music by Renee Stahl & Jeremy Toback

4 thoughts on “He’s 1 and I can’t believe it!

  1. Too sweet. You’re a good mama. It’s just amazing how fast the year has gone and Xa is a perfect example. Seems like yesterday he was just hanging around and now he’s full on moving and all over the place about to walk. Love the pics and music in vid. Nice job.

  2. Love the video. You made me cry. Love your words. A whole lot of your heart tied up in there. Mostly, love how you love your itty bitties. The fierce tiger mother who would protect them at all costs. The tender mommy who revels in all they are and all they do. The archivist who snaps the photos and writes it down. You are a lovely picture of what it means to be a mother. Happy Birthday little Xa and Happy Mother’s Day to his beautiful mommy!

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