Dear Boobaby (part XVIII)

by doodaddy on August 3, 2007

Dear Boo,

You’re a year and a half old today, and we’re going to call this one “manipulation month.” I mean that in every sense: you’re making connections between cause and effect at an increasingly sophisticated level, but that also means you’re learning that you can make us react with a well-timed scream or pout.

Lil' Manipulator

Li’l’ Manipulator

You’ve had your first real tantrums this month. Nothing major — a few minutes here or there when you didn’t get your way — but we’re trying our best to teach you that tantrums are not a tool. You got a timeout this week, a minute by yourself in your high chair in the kitchen, and, astoundingly, it worked. Your mom and I are also practicing the toddler communication skills we learned from Karp: we acknowledge that you WANT something at your level and at your volume, even as we let you know you can’t have it. To our surprise again, that also seems to work.

Those challenges are still few and far between, though, punctuation marks to huge stretches of development that amaze your mom and me daily.

  • You love to put things away in their proper place. For what I’m sure is the last time in a decade or more, we can come into a room where you’ve been playing and find it neater than it was before.
  • While rocking you to sleep, your mommy asked you to close your eyes, so you reached up and closed them with your finger.
  • You’ve begun noticing when the cat’s food or water bowl is empty and ask to help fill it. You squat next to her bowl, scoop up some kibble, dump (most of) it into the bowl, pick up the pieces that scatter on the ground, and hand feed them to her, all the while scrunching your face up in great concentration. We’re not quite ready to let you loose with the water pitcher!
  • You’ve quickly become an expert “babysittee.” You lead your babysitter around the playground, telling her it’s time to play on the swings now, but now it’s time to look for bugs… she reports that you don’t give her a minute’s rest!
  • You really recognize your friends now, too, like your park buddy boy. You can say his name, and you know how to entice him into a game of “crash” or buddy-sliding.
  • What began as a few scribbles has turned into a real passion for any kind of marking device on any markable surface. (Thank goodness for washable crayons.)

And so at eighteen months we find you a confident, excited, personable baby, turning quickly into a little girl who makes new discoveries and embarks on fresh adventures with each passing day.

Keep it up!

We love you very, very much,

Working Mom & Doodaddy

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Taste Like Crazy August 4, 2007 at 5:57 pm

Maybe I’m not supposed to comment here, but I just have to say that she is beautiful!
Yay to Boobaby and all of your accomplishments!


doodaddy August 4, 2007 at 7:43 pm

Of *course* you can comment here! And thanks for your kind words!


P.S. Your blog rocks.


JaniceNW August 4, 2007 at 7:59 pm

She is extremely cute. The “twos” really start at 18 months. I’ll quote Dickens when I say it was the best of times and the worst of times. Keep a sense of humor and you already have the sense of wonder covered. It’s a cool age because their brains are whirring non stop. Enjoy.


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