Month Fourteen

Dear Abe,

Where is the time going? Are you in college yet? I feel like you will be soon ...

But, first things first. Fourteen months old! I bet there are not too many people that remember their fourteenth month. So, if some smart ass ever asks you when you are 18, you can whip out the leather bound copy of your life (which I am sure you will have dilligently printed off, bound, and put in your pocket) and point to month fourteen, in which you will see that you were Superman for Halloween and continued your long love affair with the Wiggles.

This month is sort of hard to pinpoint any milestones, because it seems like you are just fine tuning all of your skills and slipping in some new ones here and there. For example, instead of simply saying, "Dat?" when you want to know what something is, you have now added, "Wha dat?" A full sentence!

Another example: Now, you don't just "watch" the Wiggles, you participate and anticipate every move they are going to make. Halfway through "Big Red Car" you are already pointing your finger and doing the twist. You have the, "Five Little Joeys" song down, and sort of touch your head and point your finger in a way that symbolizes a big roll of your eyes. Yes, I know, Abe. Baby stuff.

You still love Elmo. In fact, I think you love Elmo more than me. You give kisses to Elmo. You do not give kisses to me. If I mention Elmo in passing, you stop what you are doing and say, "Elmo?!" As if to ask, "Where? Is he here? I must see him!"

You are the best sleeper around, and you really love to sleep. Sometimes I think you just love laying in your crip and chewing on your blanket (something that I will only mention, because you will not want to be reminded of your blanket chewing when you are older.) I am very happy that you love to sleep. Your father and I both love to sleep as well. Sleep is great.

A few weekends ago we took you to the Children's Museum. We weren't really sure what to expect -- most of the time when we decide to go out into public with you, it requires a few pep talks, lots of deodorant, and some running shoes. But, it went great! You loved it! A place where there were millions of other children around, and lots of space for you to run. What could be better? You loved looking at the choo-choos, and we only had a slight altercation, when we had to drag you away from the Thomas the Train set. You loved the fishies in the aquarium.

You espcially loved the toddler play area. There were mats and steps and padded surfaces abound. Your favorite part was this rickety wooden bridge that was tough for you walk across at first. You were unsteady all the wat across, and then fell at the end when you missed the step down. But, you got right back up there and tried again. You would not give up until you made it without falling. Then, when you did, you clapped for yourself.

I may be able to teach you were your nose is, or that you shouldn't stick your finger in electrical sockets, but there are some things that are going to be you no matter what. I have realized that you are going to teach me more than I will ever teach you, and I will never forget the day you taught me to never give up.

(Oh, and by the way -- we also didn't teach you that you are two, you decided that yourself, and are apparently telling everyone.)



You are a funny little man, and you make me prouder to be your Mama everyday.

Love,
Mama