You turn 23 months old today.
As usual for this time of year (and isn’t it amazing that you are starting to have "usual" things!), you’ve been traveling a lot. It’s exciting to see how connected you are to your far-flung family — you’re really starting to seek out relationships with your grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins. At least once or twice a week, you’ll ask, unprompted, that we call a specific relation. (Or Skype — what two-year old says "Skype?") You’ve video-chatted more in the last month than I ever had in my life. Result? You’re mastering the cross-country version of "Itsy Bitsy Spider."
Your pretending continues apace. You invented a game with mommy last night where you gathered a "suitcase," kissed every living and stuffed inhabitant of the living room with a "bye-bye," and then crawled behind the armchair to be on your "airplane." Then you would arrive and repeat the process, over and over.
The gap behind the armchair has become a favorite pretending spot. It can be your "house" or "airplane," or just a cozy hideout — or a hundred other things to come, probably.
Even after just a few weeks, you are thriving in the new house. You love the garden where we’ve found bugs and worms, dig holes, and picked flowers and even a couple of January blackberries. (Imagine that, you Midwestern relations!) You’re also sleeping through the night pretty consistently, and although that started before the move, the new place seems to be contributing. It’s certainly quieter up here on our little street, and the air is probably cleaner, too.
We’ve talked about the language thing before, but your vocabulary becomes more and more uncanny. At least a few times a week you come out with a new word — often in a long sentence — and we just don’t know where the heck you got it. Of course, you’ve got favorite words, too. "Boys" comes to mind (also one of your mom’s faves at that age, interestingly), and now "marching" (from your new favorite song), "pretty dress," "bless you mommy," and "there ya go daddy."
And soon — in just a month — you will be two years old. Enjoy this last month of your oneness! We know we will.
We love you very, very much,
Working Mom & Doodaddy