Have I made the comment yet that your childhood is going faster than Lightning McQueen in the Piston Cup? I think it could be the fact that we now have two children to take care of (plus one dog, and ourselves) or maybe that we have been through this before? In a way it is good, because we get closer to you sleeping *soundly* through the night, and getting all of those teeth in. But, on the other hand, there are less days when you will let me rock you to sleep, and not throw temper tantrums because we put you in time out for saying “poopy diarrhea” multiple times at the dinner table (like someone else I know).
So, yes, your stubborn, little tooth that you have been teething for about half of your life, has finally come through. And, then, another one quickly followed, so now you have two teeth. I hate teething. I hate it so very much. And, I don’t think you are really such a fan.
Can we talk about your hair? You have quite a mane on your head, and quite frankly, I can't decide if it is completely freaking adorable or just completely freaking weird. Sometimes it looks like you have a middle-aged football coach's quasi-pompadour. It just sort of poofs out and sticks up. Abe totally rocked the comb over for awhile, but your hair just likes to fro out. Oh well.
You are a very passionate baby, as in, when we take Buzz Lightyear away from you passionately let us know that you did not like that. You are a busy, busy little man and anything I have in my hands, you want to hold. Anytime you are sitting in my lap, you are looking around and figuring out where you can escape to. You have already tried to dive off of the couch. You think you can crawl and walk. However, you are getting very close to crawling. You can get on all fours, rock, and even take one step, but then fall. I have to figure out what will truly motivate you to get to the other side.
All of this frightens me a bit. We thought Abe was pretty active, but I think you may be taking all of this to the next level. You may be our emergency room frequent visitor. (BLOOD PRESSURE RISING).
We have been trying desperately to get you into some sort of sleep schedule. You are a little difficult to work with because you are a bit stubborn, and when I attempt to let you cry, your blood curdling screams make me believe that you are losing a limb, so I cannot bear to hear them for more than five minutes. However, I think you just are very pissed, I mean passionate, and you know how to work it. You also are not really a fan of naps, unless we are holding you the entire time, and um, well, we just can't accommodate that. So, this sleep thing has been quite a process. I am hoping that next month I will have a better report.
Even though you make me wake up at times that I would rather be tucked warmly into bed, you blow little raspberries at me as if to say, "It's okay Mama, I am so cute, so you can't be mad that I am awake!" You smile and laugh so easily, even through your biggest tantrums or fussiness. You laugh hysterically at your brother Abe, ALL THE TIME. Lately when we give you a bath, you lay on your little chair with your hand outstretched under the running water. You stare at that water and don't move your hand the entire time. I like to think that you are passionately, savoring the beautiful, plentiful water. Just like I passionately, savor you, every single day.
Love,
Mama
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