At the beginning of last month, I started to keep track of the words you were saying (bowl - to tell me you want a snack [BO], apple [aah-BO], cheese [CHEE], bath [ba]), but now, you jabber so much that I can't keep up. I'm hesitant to say you're full-on talking, because I think it takes the heart of a Mommy or a Daddy to fully translate the gibberish that pours from the mouth of an almost-two-year-old, but you're so close, dude. You're so close. You'll pretty much repeat any word we ask you to (as long as you're in the proper sure-I'll-play-along-with-your-silly-little-game mood, of course). Your words almost always leave off the last few letters and I've never heard you pronounce the letter S before, but other than that, I say you're talking. And since this is my blog, I can say whatever-the-heck I want to.
You had your first appointment at a dermatologist this month after it was determined that your poor skin rash wasn't caused by a food allergy. I would have bet money you were allergic to something (and I'm sure you still submit you're allergic to all vegetables), but the blood test indicated otherwise. Shows you what I know (ie: nothing). We're trying the medicine the doctor prescribed but I'm not holding out much hope for it. It doesn't seem to be doing much good. I might be going the crunchy-granola-hippie-all-natural route if I don't see any improvement. There's no sense in covering you in chemicals that don't work if something natural will help. Wouldn't it be a kick in the pants if rubbing broccoli on your legs would clear them up? HA!
Speaking of veggies, I have found one veggie (or pseudo-veggie) that you'll eat! Alexia Sweet Potato Puffs. But you'll only eat them cold (not frozen but from the fridge, leftovers from the night before [of which you ate zero]) Of course, now that I've said (written) something, you'll stop eating them. Oh well, it was nice while it lasted.
The first radio song Natalie ever sang to was Luminate's "Come Home". Yours is Matthew West's "Hello, My Name Is". Now, I'm not 100% sure you've done it, but I'm pretty sure. It wasn't while that song was playing on the radio, but it was when your sister (who happens to be a human radio) was singing it a few days ago. Just as she was about to sing the impossibly catchy little part of the chorus, you busted out with "whoa oh oh oh oh oh". Yes, it could have been a coincidence, but I like to think that it's not. Goodness knows you've heard that song a bajillion times. KLOVE and WAY-FM are just as guilty as, ahem, popular stations of overplaying music. Though I have no problem of overhearing music about Jesus.
You've stopped calling us Momma and Dadda in favor of the more knock-our-socks-off adorable 'MomMEEEEEEE' and 'DadDEEEEEEE'. And instead of calling Natalie 'Na-naaaaa', you've started calling her 'Nattie', only it sounds like 'Nannie'. Shut UP with the cuteness.
Natalie started preschool last month so you and I have had a lot of Charlie-Mommy time, and it's been so, so precious. I've forgotten what's like to just have one kiddo to wrangle. And I've forgotten what it's like to just have that one kiddo be a toddler. When Natalie was your age, she never really liked playing by herself, but you're pretty content by yourself for short periods of time. You're becoming a block stacking CHAMP (your current record is 11 wooden blocks). You love laying on your stomach while you color a picture. You love running your trucks all over the playroom. When you get bored, you come find me and grab my finger and pull me towards the playroom. How can I ignore such a blatant display of adorableness? You don't always want to play with me; you just usually want an audience. I don't mean to pat myself on the back but I'm a darn good audience.
You say everything is blue. So as long as we point to blue things and ask you what color it is, you appear to be a genius.
While you still love your trucks and trains and All Things Boy there is one particularly girly thing that you cherish almost above all else. I don't mean to rat you out here on the interwebs, but, well, here goes. You love Dora. Like, LOVE Dora. So much so that you have to have not one but TWO plastic Dora dolls (from Natalie's Dora dollhouse) in your grubby little paws when you sleep or else there is some serious wailing, gnashing of (still far-too-few) teeth and pitiful cries for Googa (what you call Dora - strange, I know). You also sleep with a plastic dog on a leash (the one that goes 'yip yip yip' as you pull it along the floor), several books, a see-through backpack full over rubber ducks and finger puppets, your giraffe lunchbox, a Barbie car (driven by a Minion from Despicable Me), a Toy Story mini Manga Doodle, a front-end loader, no fewer than 6 stuffed animals and a blanket. YES, THEY ARE ALL CRITICALLY IMPORTANT TO YOU BEING ABLE TO SLEEP. YES, YOU ARE SO WEIRD. If A&E ever does a show about Toddler Hoarders, you should be profiled on the first episode.
It's not that I wish this stage would hurry up and be over - because I don't - but daggum this age is so. hard. It's hard on you because you're perpetually frustrated by not being able to express yourself. You're perpetually frustrated because you hate sharing. You're perpetually frustrated because you hate not being taller or bigger or older. And you choose to express that perpetual frustration by screaming and yelling and fake crying and throwing yourself down at my feet. And I have to be the adult (verdict: BOO) so I can't be perpetually frustrated by living with someone who chooses to behave like a complete whackadoo. But then all is forgotten when you clomp over to me, grab my finger, and lead me to the playroom to show me your latest masterpiece of crayon-and-pen scribbles on construction paper. And it's beautiful. I mean, handsome. So stay this age, my yelly little fake cryer. I still love you. Aaaaand you love Dora.
Hugs and smooches,
Mommy & Daddy
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