So on your 2nd birthday, I asked for a kiss ... and you blew in my face. Perhaps you were confused and thought my mouth looked like birthday candles, perhaps you were all hopped up on sugar that you
forgot your manners, perhaps you're just a punk two-year-old. Whatever the reason, you still blow in faces when asked for a kiss. You BLOW in our FACE when we ASK for a KISS. You think it's hilarious! And I admit - it was moderately funny the first time. Maybe even the second time. But the 374th time? Eh. It's exponentially less cute now. KISS ME. I AM YOUR MOTHER, FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE. KISS ME,
KISS ME, KISS ME.
A few days ago, Natalie proudly announced that she was going to marry you. Your response? "OH NO. NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOO!" My thoughts exactly, my boy. I want you to marry someone
wonderful, but your wonderful sister is not the gal for you.
Speaking of you and Natalie, you two have played so well this month! Of course there are always those screechy, pouty, whiny moments, but for the most part, you two have been joined at the hip this month. She's spent a lot time trying to teach you about shapes, colors, numbers, and letters. You're good with shapes and colors, you're batting about .500 with numbers, and you have zero interest in learning individual letters other than an M and a W. You think it's funny that an upside down M is a W and vice versa.
You've always loved being read to, but you've never been interested in any of the words until recently. Even though you have no interest in having Natalie teach you your ABCs, you're all about the words we read. You point to the same word over and over and over (and over and over ...). You also love finishing the lines in Sandra Boynton's Pajama Time ("But we can all pajammy in whatever we've ..." "GOT!!!"). You think Fifteen Animals is especially funny because all the animals (except one) are named Bob. To even out the score, though, you sometimes call one of the animals 'Pep'. I love, love, love your sense of humor.
Christmastime always feels magical (and stressful ...) to me. But when seen through the eyes of a child? The magic gets multiplied ten fold. You love Christmas carols; you even know that O Holy Night is my favorite, so whenever it comes on, you screech "Ho-wee Nat!" You're in awe of our Christmas tree. You always talk about how tall it is (it's only six feet tall, but to a shortstuff like yourself, it must look enormous). And you get so excited when Natalie plugs it in. You're really gentle with the ornaments (Natalie constantly reminding you to be gentle also helps) and I often catch you just standing in front of the tree, soaking it all in. So I soak you in.
Hugs and smooches,
Mommy & Daddy
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