Monday, December 20, 2010
This information cannot leave this room. Ok? It would devastate my reputation as a dude.
You are now 16 months old, and somehow, it's an immense change from 15 months. You're the busiest little big man around. You're not only walking; you're running! And climbing. And exploring every little thing.
You particularly love to climb into and out of this one particular box.
You've become a big thumb-sucker, and sometimes you sit very contentedly in the box, sucking your thumb. For like 12 seconds. And then you're up and running.
You also suddenly started saying "all gone!" and "all done!" and that makes things a lot easier. Except when you're upset that something is all gone and you fling yourself on the floor and wail.
You haven't had a full-on tantrum, but your dad said he had them as a kid, and I could imagine you carrying on the tradition.
Last night as we were getting you ready for bed, you asked for a bottle. And as you'd just had one, I said it was all gone.
And you put your hands on my chest and shoved, hard. It was very clearly an, "I don't like that answer, lady!" kind of shove.
We made it very clear that shoving Mama is Not Nice.
This is pretty rare, though. Mostly you're a smiley, happy little kid. You laugh a lot, and you love making us laugh. You've started walking backwards to amuse yourself and us. One day I'm going to get a video of you breakdancing.
You're great company, if kind of limited topic-wise. Your conversations typically start with the announcement, "Light!" or "Car!" or "Tuck!"
Cars and trucks are magic in your world.
The wonderful thing is that you're always just as enthused about cars out front today as you were yesterday. There's always this tone of, "Holy shit! Would you look at that! There are CARS outside! Man, isn't this awesome?!!"
It is, and so are you.
I love you love you love you.