my darling boy, you are a study in contrast these days. one moment you are all exuberance and joy, and the very next, stubborn grumpiness. i think they call it “toddlerhood,” but i’m not sure.
last night you said “love you” for the first time. after an exhaustive wrestling and tickling match, we were laying on the floor in your room—on our tummies with our hands tucked up under us—and i said “love you baby”. you looked me right in the eye and said “love you”. it was the single best moment of my life to date.
you’ve been growing so fast lately. every day it seems like something new is happening with you. just this week you beat me to “three” when i was counting with you. you said “k” and “o” when we were talking about your letters in the bath tub. you are learning (a little too slowly for me) that if you don’t throw your cup on the floor you get a round of applause from mama and dada. i now trust you to walk around the main floor of the house without seriously injuring yourself, all because your balance and judgement have improved vastly. you are currently obsessed with soccer balls and kicking/throwing balls in general. we can’t leave the house without one and you obsessively scream “ball!” wherever we go until we give it to you. you are obsessed with my hair, specifically my pre/post workout ponytail. you plant both of your chubby hands on my cheeks and violently turn my head so that you can get at it and then you bury your face in it and giggle. sometimes you “hug” it. you just started spinning, which is really funny to watch. unfortunately you chose to do this on the one square foot of marble flooring that we have and i live in fear that you will shatter your skull (though you seem completely unconcerned and appear to enjoy being dizzy).
last night i made our “go to” easy and healthy dinner (sweet chili glazed salmon, brown rice, and broccoli) and when you saw it coming toward the table you said “oooooo” and then started licking your lips. you’ve turned into quite the little eater my friend. you destroy your bento boxes each day, often requiring more before you get home, and you’ll eat just about everything i put in front of you. i can not put into words how much i love this about you.
you recently had all four of your first molars come in, and are now getting two of your second molars. the rivers of drool have been epic. men will write tales of your sodden tee shirts and wild mood swings. we should take out stock in infant ibuprofen.
sadly, you also recently had another bout of yeast diaper rash, but this time it was coupled with the dreaded thrush. lucky us! you got over it pretty quickly, but have been in disposable diapers for weeks now. we need to strip and disinfect your beautiful cloth diapers and get you back on the cloth train asap. however, you have this residual rash. i have no idea what it is, and neither does your doctor. she recommended putting neosporin and hydrocortisone on it…so that’s what we are doing. i swear a million little bugs are biting you in your sleep. if i catch them, i’ll kill them. promise.
this weekend we are turning your carseat around, and you will officially be a big boy at 18 months. one and a half years. how did it happen so fast?
until next time…
love you baby,