Month Twenty

Dear Abe,

Please note the timeliness of this post. I dragged myself away from Neil Diamond night on American Idol just for you. That is true love.

So, this month I think we can officially say you are not a baby. Not one bit. In fact, sometimes I look at you and think you are a tiny little college football player. (Especially when you wear tiny mesh shorts.)



Your talking is no longer a bunch of animal sounds or words only intelligible to your parents, but now, it is a means of communication. What a novel idea! You now answer "yes" and "no" to questions, well actually it is more like, "KAY!" or "nooooo" with a head shake. You tell us exactly what you want to eat. Apple! Toast! Nuggie! Turkey! (and, you want to eat all the time.) You say things that your father asks you to repeat, "No jive turkey!" Yes, your father asked you to repeat that. It is like a whole other world. I think it is so funny that we ask you questions and we get answers. Maybe this is where we see how having a child has enormous pay offs.

I am also happy to report that I think we have finally gotten through our rough patch, and you no longer hate me. I had to try real hard. I had to be in your face a lot and had to kiss you A LOT. It wasn't so bad. I really missed having Saturday mornings with you to play. This is what we did last Saturday:




I am happy that you are starting to like soft things to carry around, although we still can't get you to drop the top of the Wiggles cup in the shape of the Big Red Car or your choo choo. Sometimes I feel as though you are Edward Scissorhands as you try to figure out how to manage every day life with one hand as a choo choo and the other as a car. How will you feed yourself? How will you be able to put your blanket in your mouth? I am not quite sure why you feel the need to carry those things around. Maybe it will become clear when you are older?

So, now that I am back to putting you to bed every night, you have started to enjoy the routine of reading a book, and taking advantage of your mama. When I say taking advantage I mean that sometimes we read five books. Sometimes one book five times. And, because I am such a sucker, I usually let it fly. How can I resist, "More book. More book. Fishies!"

When I finally get you into bed I lean over the crib and kiss you. One night it was too hard for me to lean over, so I kissed your foot and you thought that was the funniest thing. "Kiss piggies more!" So now I kiss your piggies to sleep. I must say, I will do anything for you to like me, at least for now. Within reason. Don't read this when you are 18.



Love,
Mama