I know, I am a horrible mother for smooshing this into one. But, since it is effecting both of your negatively, it cancels each other out. Great Mommy Logic. Plus, I have been feeling a little self-conscious lately about talking you guys up too much. If you knew how much I talk about you guys to people, you would understand. I am trying to limit myself a little, and even though these letters are different, it is part of the penance.
So, let’s start with Sam first. Well, I can say that currently we are treating your fourth ear infection in a row and your poop is red! Isn’t that cool? I think that is something to share with your friends. I am hoping that this round of antibiotics will kick those ears into shape, and we won't have to deal with it anymore (the antibiotics are what make the poop red for those of you who are freaked out). I have learned that while you aren’t fussy while you are sick, you have a very short temper. Taking something away from you sounds the same as if you had fallen down 3 flights of stairs and landed in a garden of thumbtacks. It is that bad. But, it is pretty easy to get a good chuckle out of you ten seconds after you flip out.
You have taken multiple steps, but I wouldn’t say you are walking. That is quite alright with me, because we have plenty of time to chase you (probably about 17 years), so I can wait a few more months. Your adventuresome personality is still quite intact and you try to make a “run” for the stairs any chance you get. You have started pointing and trying to talk. Constantly making noises and pointing at things. It is pretty darn cute. I also consider your first word to be “Ooooooooohhh” and “Oooooooooooooooo.” Those are words, right? You also say “dada” constantly. Whatever.
Your dance skills are off the chizarts. You bump that booty any chance you get -- even to “Handy Manny’s” theme song. I am sensing that Abe is getting a bit jealous of the attention we have been giving your dancing. It’s like a real life “Billy Elliot the Sequel” in our house. Two brothers fighting for their parents attention in the hard knock world of dance. JAZZ HANDS!
We are slowly but surely giving you more solid foods to eat, but it has been hard because you have a wicked sensitive gag reflex. And, lately, you have stopped liking to eat baby food. You just straight up spit that out in our face. Not cool. But, we are getting there with the food. Hopefully soon you will downing dozens of pancakes at a time, and you and Abe can travel the world as a pancake eating freak show.
Moving onto Abe – well, you continue to make us laugh – intentionally and unintentionally. This is a very good age for conversations, especially as you are learning to master the English language. I love how you pick up words and then try to incorporate them into sentences. Because of this, I am convinced you are going to be a writer. Although, when I asked you what you wanted to be when you grow up, just to see, you said, “Buzz Lightyear.” (note: a few months earlier when they asked you in school, you said a farmer. Just FYI).
Anyways, about the word thing, the other day you were playing with Mr. Potato Head. You, of course, had to replicate his face EXACTLY how it was in “Toy Story.” Your Daddy was being silly and putting ears in the nose holes, mustaches in the ears, etc. You tilted all of the features to the side, and said, “Look! It’s a Patosskah!” And of course, we were all, “A say-whatta??!” But, then we figured it out – you were saying a Picasso! That is from “Toy Story” – you are not some sort of art prodigy. However, a movie prodigy, maybe.
You are currently very interested in learning more about growing up. You are very perceptive about these things in movies (there’s that movie thing again), and you are fascinated with “Daddy’s toys from when he was a boy.” And, oh by the way, Sam is not a boy, he is a baby according to you. And, totally not on the same level as you. Also, you make it very clear that I cannot be Spiderman or the Incredible “Honk”. I have to be Jessie from “Toy Story” or Belle from “Beauty and the Beast” because they are girls. This makes me angry. I want to be Captain America. I am not sure why you are so sexist, but I am chalking it up to a developmental thing and will just get worried if in 10 years you think that girls sports are stupid, and that all girls should be secretaries.
But I digress. You are learning things left and right. You know the days of the week (singing a song to remember the order), how to count (you want FIVE grapes in your bowl), and you can even spell AND write your name. Well, sort of write. But, to me, that is AMAZING. That just doesn’t seem right to me. I mean, just two years ago you were wearing diapers and dancing to the Wiggles and now you can freaking write your name. I just cannot handle this growing up thing.
Having both of you around makes me so incredibly proud, feel so incredibly blessed, and makes me laugh so incredibly hard. I feel like the luckiest person in this entire world to be your Mama. I love both of you so much, and love that both of you are SO DIFFERENT. I see myself in both of you a little, see your daddy in both of you a little, but also know that you are both your own person and I CANNOT wait to watch you grow up. It is happening at a lightning fast pace right before my eyes.
Love,
Captain America
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