Seventeen Months
This month your father and I suddenly came to the realization that you are practically human! You walk without stumbling, your words are nearly distinguishable and you are able to hoist yourself in and out of chairs and off the bed as if you weighed three hundred pounds rather than 20.
The past few weeks you have become rather opinionated. In fact, you have a firm idea of how everything should be done and if even the slightest detail is left to chance, the chaos of it reduces you to petulant tears. If your new found words are not getting the point across, you'll simply tug on my clothing like a bulldog who has latched his teeth into my leg until I come and see what it is that you need. You frequently haul me to the cupboard and insist that graham crackers can be a diet staple or direct me to the shower so you can wander around the slick, wet interior in constant danger of cracking your head open. And now we have reached that charming toddler stage where everything you want is a desperate NEED and my refusal to see that reality has you convinced you are the most ill treated toddler on the planet. "But I NEED to carry around that tube of toothpaste in my chubby fist. I NEED it like I need to breathe air. That tube of toothpaste is a part of my very BEING."
It is hard to imagine a being more stubborn and impatient than myself and your father, but I think we should have guessed it would be you. It's hard to tell how much of this is those mean looking molars breaking through your back gums like a jackhammer or the twin ear infections that magically re appeared in conjunction with your third cold in less than two months. Certainly, life is no bed of roses for you these days. But it is still remarkably easy to make you laugh and there are times when you spend an entire afternoon with your finger in your belly button, smiling as if you know a secret I don't. Which, of course, I'm sure you do...
Posted by Kaz at June 25, 2007 12:49 PM