Your whininess got fairly extreme this month. I know your mouth hurt so it's not as if I was frantically searching for the answer as to WHY you drove me batty this month. But it was still tough trying to make you feel better when all you had the urge to do was fuss. And screech. And throw food. Ahhh yes, throwing food. If something doesn't suit your fancy, you have the lovely habit of throwing the aforementioned food. If I see you about to do it, I look at you and sternly say "No sir. We don't throw food. Put it back down on your tray." And seriously, about 99% of the time, you put the food back on your tray. When I DON'T see you, however, THAT'S when my floor and counters get covered in rejected food. You seem to have an orange food aversion. Which is lunacy, because some of the best food EVER is orange. I take that back - you don't hate everything orange. You'll throw down on some clementines (scratch 'scurvy' off the list of things I'm worried you'll come down with). But pretty much everything else (sweet potatoes, carrots, cheddar cheese, Cheesy Cheesy Explosion [my favorite comfort food that Bob made when Aunt KK and I were younger - Daddy renamed it to Cheesy Cheesy Explosion]) gets the big ol' heave ho. On to my floor. Where I then step on it. And then am grossed out by the ooziness on my foot.
I love how snuggly you are. You're not overly so, such that I can't get a thing done around the house because I'm too busy snuggling (which wouldn't be the worst thing in the world at ALL). But pretty often during the day, you'll crawl over to me and either flop down in my lap or stand up in my lap and put your head on my shoulder. You don't stay long; it's like you need just a quick little Mommy Recharge and you're good to go for a while. It's delightful. You also do it with Natalie. You'll flop down in her lap throughout the day, too. And she just gushes about how cute you are and how sweet it is for you to snuggle with her. She'll rub your pack and (not always) gently pat your head. And if Natalie happens to be in my lap when you need your Mommy Recharge, you crawl over to me, stop in front of my now-occupied lap and squawk like an angry parrot. I'll scoop you up, give you the hug you need, set you back down, and you scoot off again. I love it. It could be jealousy or it could be she's in a more cuddly stage, but ever since Natalie noticed how cuddly you are, she's been more cuddly too. I love, love, love it.
Speaking of Natalie, you are her biggest cheering section. When she stands up and announces "Mommy and Charlie, watch THIS", you indeed do. Your eyes are glued to her, and she absolutely notices it. She'll do her trick (a song, a dance, a ballet move, a gymnastic move, eat a cracker ... anything really) and then end with a flourish and a 'taa-daaaaaaaaa'. You immediately start clapping and giggling. and Natalie just looks so darn proud when she sees you cheer for her. I hope you both will always be each other's biggest fans. After Daddy and me of course. Cuz we've got the top spot on your list of fans.
You're saying Momma and Dada a lot. I'm not 100% sure that you're using them in relation to me and Daddy, but we'll take it. You also say "na-na". A lot. Like, a LOT lot. Sometimes I think you're taking about a baNAna. Then I think you're trying to say 'NAp'. Natalie thinks you're trying to say 'NAtalie' (of course). Maybe you have us all fooled and you're actually saying "Will you buy me a CaNAdian goose?". Or "Let's go to a NAscar race." Or "I sure would like a sweet pair of boots from LANd's End." Who knows. As long "na-na" also means "You're the best, prettiest, funniest, and most caring Mommy in the world, you deserve a long NAp, and I thank my lucky stars for you", you're doing just fine.
Hugs and smooches,
Mommy & Daddy
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