Dear Boobaby (part XXI)

by doodaddy on November 3, 2007

Dear Boobaby,

Chillin'
This is just how I sit at the table, too.

You turn 21 months old today, and like anyone turning 21, you are torn between two of life’s great stages. Sometimes you’ll eat an entire bowl of cereal with a spoon and cut up food with the side of a fork, and the same day you’ll ask for your string cheese to be broken into pieces for you. You can count to twenty on a good day, but if you’re not in the mood we can’t entice you even to say "two."

So — baby or little girl? You be the judge.

loving life
Lovin’ It

Last week, you were playing catch with Working Mom, rolling a ball back and forth across the floor. The next day, you grabbed her hand and told her to "Sit!" Then you went and got the ball, sat down across from her, and resumed your game. Sounds like little girl to me!

Three seems to be your favorite age in a playmate. If you find a willing kid in the three- to four-year old set, you’ll disappear with her to collect rocks, dance ring-around-the-rosey, or draw with sidewalk chalk. You prefer that us parents keep our distance when you sequester one of these older buddies, so you’ll run off with your buddy where you think we can’t see you. Then again, if you’re playing with someone your own age, you seem to like a parent or two around to perform our necessary swing-pushing or bug-finding roles.

Bug hunt
Bug Hunt

You’re still full of baby joy, too: a good tickle-fest or tumble can make your day, and you love to cuddle. On the other hand, you seem to be developing a fakey posed smile that you whip out whenever we say "cheese" with camera in hand.

Winter seems to be bringing out the little girl in you, too. On our first rainy day, you insisted that we go get you rain boots and a jacket and, after months of hearing about it from your friends, you finally stomped in a puddle for the first time.

Words keep coming, and you’re starting to put them together into sentences. Some of your new phrases we’d sort of rather you didn’t shout about, too — it’s great that you correctly identify "Arf-Arf Poop," but do you have to do it so often? Deep down, I think you know you’re being a little mischievous.

Maybe baby, maybe little girl. A lot of both, probably, and we’re hardly the ones to say. We’ll just close with this exhortation, and it’s probably not the last time you’ll hear this: we sure hope you don’t rush to grow up. Getting older is empowering, but being a baby is pretty fun, too!

We love you very, very much,

 

Working Mom & Doodaddy

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{ 3 comments… read them below or add one }

Dawn November 3, 2007 at 8:36 pm

mmmmm…. tell me … do dad’s get sniffly when the kids outgrow clothes or is that just a mom thing?

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doodaddy November 3, 2007 at 8:54 pm

Nah, we choke up when they can’t use their baby tools and sports equipment anymore and have to get real ones…

Of COURSE we do!

:),

Dd.

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Kelley November 5, 2007 at 12:25 am

I so wish I could sit like that at the table……

So tell me, do you do her hair? Cause it always looks absolutely adorable!

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