22 Months of Crazy!

This month has definitely been interesting. There was the development of you calling me “honey” whenever you wanted something and the spatial relations that you can move things like people on your whims. You have taken to trying to grab people’s hands and lead them to where you feel they will be most advantageous to you, or push people to where they should head to maybe get you something, or turn on a movie for you.
I’m trying to control how much TV you watch (again) and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t. According to the doctors (what do they know?) you shouldn’t watch any TV at all. But the doctors aren’t probably as concerned as I am, to whether or not our dishes ever get done. So I will cave in and let you watch an episode of Ducktales which you ask for by name: “Ducks. Woohoo.” Which is hilarious and adorable until the one millionth time that day.

You are one crazy little toddler and have transitioned from being around one cat, to two. You love Nemo, even though he barely tolerates your presence. He’s used to your kind. You sit in cats and swat at them when you feel waspish and he won’t have any of that. But you still sing his praises and whenever I ask you about the kitties, you are all about Nemo. Link sometime, but it’s mostly Nemo. Probably because his name nicely coincides with one of your favorite cartoon fish’s name. But it’s cute when you say the cats names as its Memo and Ink.

You had a really real and official hair trim just a few days ago. I of course missed it but now you wake up with more manageable hair and mostly I don’t see much of a difference in length and your grandmother assures me she only took off tiny bits to even things out.

You can say your own name! Kind of. It’s Hey-Bee when you say it, but you know it’s your name. I was worried you would think your name was baby or something like that, but making a conscious effort to use your name lately has paid off.

The summer months are being spent mostly indoors. Our backyard is a field of noxious and pokey weeds, so we don’t go out there much, and of course in the front yard you could run into the street at any moment, so that’s a no go either, but we have gone to the park a handful of times, but even you know it’s too hot to keep playing and give up and don’t throw any tantrums when it’s time to go.

We have a weekend ritual. You generally wake up before I'm ready to, or at least before I'm done being lazy, so I'll get you out of your crib and put you in bed with me. You never go back to sleep, but you will roll around and punch me in the face but also sometimes you'll give me hugs and kisses when you're in a super duper mood. That's why I keep doing it, the bruises are worth it for a little cuddle time before we start our day.

This month has been full of ups and downs, but mostly it's been fun to be with you. I hope it's fun to be with me too.

Kisses,

Mama