Twenty Months
Your obession with wheels rolls on this month. It began several months ago when you ran up to a wagon wheel perched on a sidewalk and hugged it as if it was a long lost relative. Since then you spend every waking moment clutching a matchbox car in each hand. The moment you wake up and your feet touch the ground you run into the living room to reunite with your cars. I can practically hear you cooing to yourself and stroking them- "Precious.... precious." You've also developed a fascination with airplanes. Since we live on the edge of the air force base, the sky is full of them in the afternoons and you pause in your play to throw your arms up in delight and shout..."Plane."
This astounding thing has happened this month- you've learned to hang out in your crib and play until I come in to get you. I stumbled on this by accident one day when you woke up early from your nap and I still had several more calls to make. You fussed for a minute and then fell silent so I assumed you had fallen asleep again. More than twenty minutes later I came into the room to find you grinning, constructing tents from your blankets and talking to yourself. Unfortuantely you haven't caught onto the fact that this would be an excellent thing to do in the MORNING.
Amazingly you are still cutting teeth and they made quite a dent in your sleeping schedule. And just last week you got another cold, a minor case of the sniffles that has lingered, making you cranky. I took you to the playground just today and was reminded exactly whose child you are. You ran from slide to swing to stairs, chattering constantly and every line of your body communicating delighted animation. The longer we stayed, the more exuberiant you became, like a spinning top incapable of slowing down. When we visited your grandparents and we all took you across the street to the park, my Mom commented that she thought all the activity would calm you. She was surprised to find there was no end to your energy or your good humor and suggested you might be a bit hyper. Like someone else she knew as a child. Hyper? Never!
You've become quite the performer and show a good degree of talent at working the room. Making eye contact with the ladies, throwing them your best dimpled smile. You also have started to do something we affectionately call "The Daddy Dance." It started one day when you were very excited to see Daddy come home and you started turning in circles, stomping your feet and singing "Daddy, daddy, daddy!" George was delighted with this and since then, you do the "Daddy Dance" on cue. It's funny to see you wait until you have the full attention of the room, act embarassed or shy to build the suspense and then start the "Daddy Dance," becoming more animated as the audience claps and approves. I can see the future now... we're going to have some trouble with this one!
Posted by Kaz at September 25, 2007 11:13 PM