Month Nineteen (oh so late)

Dear Abe,

It's been a crazy month. No, that's an understatement. I hated the month of March. While there were a few very high points, there were oh so many low ones, but we have made it to April.

The last month was full of sickness (and, when I say sickness I mean puking all over the house kind of sickness, going to the doctor every week kind of sickness), Grandma Lou Lou passing away, and the beginning of the terrible twos. And, oh by the way, you HATE me now. That's right, I said it. I feel as though you are little Stewie plotting Lois's death.

But, let's focus on the positives. You made it through an awful stomach virus and now can eat four frozen waffles in a row. You say every single word imaginable. Airplane. Sexy. Donkey. Happy. And, you still love to dance. We have taught you how to do the booty shake. Even though you don't do it in the video below. Please pause to watch:




Yeah, that's Led Zeppelin your dancing to. That's right. You have moved on from the Wiggles (aka you scratched the cd up so bad because you won't release it from the death grip of your freakishly strong hands and insist to take it to Chuck E. Cheese with you).

Which leads me to your fascination of carrying around weird things. Most kids like to take along their favorite toy with them to the store -- you know a teddy bear, or other sort of action figure. Not you. You take cds with you to the store, and insist on holding whatever fruit or vegetable we have around. Then you walk around smelling it and trying to eat it. While we were at Trader Joe's, one the workers looked at you carrying your Wiggle's cd and said, "I haven't seen THAT before." Your father almost punched her in the face.

I went away for a weekend to California. Just me -- not even Dada came. I had a really good time. Yes, I missed you both a lot. A lot. But, it was nice to be with my friends. Little did I know that you would hold a grudge. Now, all you want is Dada. Or Dadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!! Not Mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! It is really hard for me. I hope it is just a phase you are going through and I won't have to excuse myself from the family due to my child not being able to stand to be in my presence.



I know deep down that it is okay, and you are just mad at me for leaving. And, how can I complain -- you love your Dada! You width are so lucky to have a Dada that loves to hang out with you, and one that let's your Mama go to California to be with her friends. I know, I love him too.

Let's just hope that next month you are back to liking me again. Just remember who gives you your waffles.

Love,
Mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!