Thursday, November 29, 2012

November: 26 months (2 years & 2 months)

Dear Patrick,

  • We play “monsters” on the bed and hide in the “cave” under the blankets.  “I see a monster - lets hide” you’ll say to me with big, wide eyes.  You can play this game forever.
  • You fell off the Townsends guest room bed and got a real shiner on your cheek that has lasted all month long.
  • When owl and elephant sleep, you want me to tickle their backs, like I do for you.
  • You have a cute way of answering questions lately.  You say, “yes, I DO want some ice cream.” or “Yes, I DO see that yellow truck.”  
  • We moved into our new kitchen this month - just in time for Thanksgiving.
  • You finally met your cousin Jack over Thanksgiving and we all had such a great time together!  Aunt Jen let you feed the dogs and Uncle Jono held pillow fights with you on the bed.
  • At your two year old check-up this month, you were 22% weight (26 lbs) and 97% height (37 inches tall), so tall and skinny!  Dr Chea said you spoke at a four year old level and that most children your age can only put two words together.  Aw, such a smart boy!
  • Driving in the car the other day, you said, “Everyone has hair,” which isn’t exactly true, but I just love your little observations so much that I didn’t have the heart to explain the reality of baldness.  
  • I have PJs that are blue with red strawberries and you like to pretend to eat the strawberries, but you always share with me.
  • One morning this week you threw a fit about brushing your teeth.  “I don’t like to brush my teeth” you said, and really dug your heels in deep with huge sobs.  We brushed your teeth anyway, but I see a real independence streak emerging.  
  • You pronounce the word “elephant” as “ef-fant,” and when I pick you up out of your crib in the mornings, you say, “Don’t fall, Ef-fant.  Hang on Owl,” as your friends are tucked close under your arms.
  • If you eat a purple popsicle, your lips turn black and your father and I are rasing a little goth-baby.  
  • You play with the coffee-maker and say, “I’m cooking.”

I love you my sweet beautiful boy!  Love,
Mom

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