Hey. How’s it going? Yeah, so this is late again. And, I have no good excuse except for the fact that I am procrastinating writing this. I am not sure why. Rest assured, it has nothing to do with the amount of love I have for you. Because I gots lots of love for you. I think it is because I am sort of bored with the format we have here. It feels a little stale. However, I know it is important for posterity purposes.
So, let’s get some stuff out of the way and just list off things that I will want to remember.
Words: dog dog, mama, dada, shoe, go, kaka (my personal favorite), no, fish, uh oh, Elmo, and I think that’s it. You try to say everything, and I actually think you have your own secret language going on.
Notable actions: climbing everything – chairs, tables, couches, stools, ottomans, everything. “swimming” – putting your face in the water, throwing your head back in the bathtub (WTF by the way), kicking your legs, attempting to jump in the pool like your brother. Playing with balls – you LOVE kicking, throwing, rolling balls. Your Daddy bought you a mini soccer ball at the store and you slept with it like a teddy bear.
As much as you love your brother, you are pretty independent too, and want to just do your own thing. One time while you were both playing in your pool, you just climbed out and walked over to the garage and started to point at the bubbles. You know, you were just done with that and ready to move along. You don’t really stop moving, and your love to walk from thing to thing, opening doors, picking up objects, pulling anything that is swinging, looking into things. There is not much time to relax when you are around.
I think my favorite thing about you right now is that you know when you are being naughty and when I try to chase you down, you make a noise sort of like a lower pitched, raspy laugh, “Heh heh heh heh heh!” It makes me laugh too. Oh, and you put yourself in Timeout. That is pretty funny. It makes me sweat slightly to think about how mischievious you will be in a few years.
In about a week we are going on vacation the Outer Banks. It will be your first time to the beach, as well as the first time in a car for 12 hours straight. I am not looking forward to the latter. In fact, I am straight dreading it. We are going to have lots of things in the car to distract you, but the bottom line is that when you don’t want to be somewhere or doing something, you really tell us about it. And by telling us about it, I mean you scream. Loudly. For a long time. Even Abe gets annoyed by this.
A couple of days ago you had a really high fever for a few days (104.9 dude). (An urgent care visit, doctor visit, and some antibiotics later we found out it was Roseola.) I was very, very scared and worried because you were so hot and lethargic. And, then I just felt so bad that you are sick. I mean, you need to catch a break soon dude! But, even though that whole experience sucked and you were pretty much attached to my torso three days, there was a one moment when I was rocking you to sleep -- You were all snuggled up on my shoulder, your little duppah sitting on my arm – that I felt such an overwhelming amount of love for you. I felt as though my heart was literally going to explode (yes, literally Robby). Even though you were sick and I was very tired and stressed, at that moment I was so happy to be a mom, so happy that you were here, in my arms, wearing striped pjs, drooling a little on my arm. I love it all, and I love all of you – sick, blonde, and all.
Love,
Mama
2 comments:
Are you dying Sam's hair like MJ did with Prince?
that almost made me cry. why do you do this?
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