Dear BabyP,
You are turning into such a funny little man. You talking has improved pretty dramatically this month. I still can't really understand most of what you are saying, but I can tell you are trying to say things like grapes and bear. You are working at it, and that is all I can ever ask you to do.
We found out this month that you are allergic to dairy. We removed it from your diet, and a whole new world of clear eyes and clear noses opened up to us. It is the magic pill I have been looking to find for the past year while you have been battling sinusitis. I feel a little sorry for you because I think you miss your milk and cheese crackers. We don't eat a lot of cheese, so cutting it from your diet isn't hard. The hard part is being sure that all of your care givers comply, and that you are given tasty alternatives to dairy. Because you are in day care, I feel a little out of control of that part of your life.
You admiration for you sister has been stepped up this month. When you see her, you run up to her and give her a hug. A couple of days last week she stayed home from school. When I picked you up from daycare, you tried to remind me about your sister, "dister, dister?" You weren't terribly convinced when I told you she was at home.
If she is laying on the floor, you are known to walk over to her and lay on top of her to give her a good cuddle.
Your favorite game to play is chase. It is fun, most of the time. I think your favorite part of chase is getting caught because you fall in a heap and laugh. My least favorite part is when you are going to something that will kill you or holding something that could kill you when you start running. Anytime I say "Come here." You look at me, giggle, and run in the exact opposite direction. If you have something you aren't supposed to have, you run into the corner by the refrigerator and work as hard as you can on opening whatever container should have been out of your reach.
You love to open things. I have half of my spices sitting on top of my counter now because you like to open the drawer they are in and get them out. You like to carry them around the house and try to open the jar. I know you can do it, but luckily, we have always caught you before you get the bottle open. I let you play with the red pepper because I am mean and figure if you did it once, you may not do it again.
Daisy is still big excitement in your life. It is funny to me how different you are compare to you sister in this regard. Your sister was pretty mean to Daisy, but you are incredibly sweet to her. Tonight, she was inside, and she actually let you sit on her like a horse. In contrast, when your sister was your age she wouldn't let her within 5 feet. You are incredibly sweet to Daisy. You like to give her treats, and if there are no treats, you hand feed her own food to her.
Your a sweet little boy. I have to think so because I am your mother, but even the folks at daycare think you are wonderful. Evidently, you don't hit or bite or do any naughty things that are characteristic of "boys". You love to cuddle and are pretty easy to please. I love that people like to be around you. I love that when we go to the park, you are never the one causing a raucous (knock on wood). I love that when we see a new dog or cat, you want to pet and cuddle it. I love that you care so much for you sister that you wake her up with cuddles, hand her your vitamins when you get them first, and go out of your way to hand her milk to her. You are a sweet sweet boy, and I hope you that is something that never ever ends.
I love you,
your mum.
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