In the past month, you've gotten a lot more aware of, well, everything. You love being told the names of things. And you realize that words have power.
You've got an extremely strong personality - shocking, I know. Most of the time you are sunshine, but you're quick to scream and wail when you don't get what you want.
Sometimes I have to distract myself to keep from stabbing myself in the ears. That whole, "Look! A truck!" is as much for you as for me.
You say "no" and "mine" a lot. More like NO and MINE. Miiiiiine.
I know this video is sideways (why did I do that? and why can't I rightside it?) and very brief, but it's so very YOU.
You're well aware of things I don't want you to do. You do them anyway.
The best example would be when we forget to close the bathroom door. You make a beeline for the toilet, chanting "No no no no no." You hurry, knowing your window of time is small before Mama gets there and closes the lid.
Sometimes you beat me to it, and you stick your hand in the water, still saying, "Nonono! No!"
So far, there's nothing more fun than swirling your hand around in the toilet.
Just wait till you get old enough for the liquor and the S-E-X, boy howdy.
I don't know where you picked up "mine" but you use it for everything. I'll be holding a large knife, and you'll reach, announcing authoritatively from your seat on the floor, "Mine!"
Um, no. Definitively not yours.
You also somehow learned "boot!" Maybe because mine are always sitting on the stairs. This makes me hopeful that I'll have a shopping companion one day.
Nana's been sick for three weeks, and you ask for her every day. Sometimes you go looking for her. We can't wait for her to come back.
You absolutely love the bath, and I used to love it, too. Until you learned to take out the plug. And now it's a constant struggle.
"No no no no! Nono!"
You chant this as you reach for the plug. For the 73 kabillionth time. At a certain point - that point being once you've brushed your teeth and I've gotten the big food and dirt lumps off - I just let you pull it.
I say, "Bye bye bath!"I figure sometime soon you will make the connection. For now, you're fascinated watching your little toys swirl towards the drain. And then you try to stick your toothbrush down it. Ugh.
And then you say, "Mo! Mo!"
"Nope. No more bath."
I don't always have as much patience as I would like with you, but I always, always love you more than anything.
Even when you're screaming your little blond head off because GOD KNOWS NOBODY WANTS TO PUT ON PANTS. OR SOCKS.
Or whatever the article of clothing might be at the moment.
I know wine is not really the answer. I do. But some days, I'm not gonna lie, it seems like it is.