Shepherd,
I sit here typing this as you sit beside me, eating your breakfast and chatting away. Some of what you say makes sense, and other words are just groups of syllables strung together that sound convincingly like a foreign language. At times, you talk about the man in the picture hanging on our dining room wall, the one of the old man with a beard praying. You used to point to him and make your sign for beard, and smile proudly. Lately, however, you’ve been pointing to him and signing “bear”, which is comical, since I’m sure if the old man were real, he’d be quite burly and bear-like.
The other day, I bought you a pair of knock-off crocs (yes, mommy is cheap and refused to pay $25 for a pair of shoes you’ll outgrow in no time). You absolutely adore these shoes, and each morning, you wake up chanting “sue! sue! sue!” By the time I reach your room, and get you out of bed, you’re begging to put them on. You love all shoes, quickly pointing out our shoes, and always trying to put our discarded shoes back on our feet. There is one problem, however. Your feet can get quite smelly during the course of the day. This has led to a fun game at diaper time, where I take your shoes off, smell them, and proclaim “stinky!!” You love this game, and you try so hard to put the two words together. Last week, you succeeded as you removed your shoe, smelled it, and proclaimed “stinky sue!!”
Your climbing skills have accelerated so fast, that I can’t keep up with you anymore. I’ve found you standing atop the coffee table, dancing on the kitchen table, and most recently, scaling the brick wall in our sunroom, only to perch yourself precariously on the window ledge. I beyond terrified to find you there, and it prompted numerous neurotic google searches on “when to transition from crib to bed”. I’m terrified you’ll climb out of your crib and fall and hurt yourself, however, you’ve shown no interest in climbing out of your crib, and are usually content to be in there. However, those google searches did show me that you are growing up so incredibly fast. You’re one month away from being 18 months… exactly one and a half years… and I’m amazed at all that has changed.
I’m so excited to be a part of this journey with you. I’m blessed to be with you daily, to watch you grow, learn, and explore the world around you. I could not have asked for anything more fulfilling than this… being your mommy. I love you little man.
Happy 17 months!
-”Nonny”
