I got to meet this guy for the first time:
I never doubted wanting to have kids, and I always wanted to have a daughter. But I'm so glad now, too, to have the experience of having a son.
And not just any son, but this boy in particular. He is:
And, as this *series* will show, apparently quite the dapper man:
Otto was so pleased to have this fancy outfit for a wedding that he insisted on trying it on in another store when he saw that Stella was getting to try her dress on.
In a snazzy hat like Dad.
In the new orange vest he picked out by himself.
He's also reinforced what I learned about nature versus nurture with Stella. While he has his evolved, feminine side due to having a big sister, he's also naturally into cars, trucks, balls, trains, guns, physical play and the like:
A natural-born Seahawks fan--"They run and catch and crash!" This picture doesn't show it, but I think Otto was still the happiest I have ever seen him when we came home with the jersey for him (that he still wears at least twice a week). Tyler often jokes that his natural sports ability/motor skills are a bit wasted on Otto with him as his father.
Otto's also affectionate, kind, thoughtful and loving. When we were hiking last week, he was riding on my shoulders (like he did last year in the picture below) and said to me, "Mommy, I wish I could be with you always." And it's not uncommon to have a conversation that goes something like this: "Mommy, I love your earrings. Mommy, I love your hair. Mommy, I love everything about you!" He's going to be the best husband ever.
Tuckered out after a two mile.
On the Hanalei Pier in Kauai, just over a year old.
A pretty recent shot and one of my personal favorites. His favorite pants. His favorite shirt. His special friend, Pig. One of my dearest loves in life.
Happy birthday, Otto. I'm so glad you are part of our lives.