My little booger,
You are quite a force to be reckoned with. You are our little spitfire child; you won’t take no for an answer (not without a fight, anyway). Although you still can’t say much, you let us know exactly what you want and how you feel.
When we’re out, you always have to point out the various cars and trucks that we see by saying “brrrrr” until I acknowledge that yes, it is a car. You’ve also taken to airplanes lately but refer to them as “bah!” (much like everything else that you can’t pronounce). You have a million little toy cars and trucks but never complain if you’re given another one. Last weekend Abuela was visiting and gave you a new truck which you carried with you all day and eventually fell asleep with it later that night.
Your vocabulary hasn’t increased much in the past few months. You say “kah-kah” for both cookie and cracker and “la-la” is both flower and banana. Apple is “puh!” and water is “vah-vah.” You can say Mama and Papa but sometimes mix the two of them up. (However, as soon as Papa leaves the room, you always have to point out to me that he is gone by shouting “Papa! Papa!,” pointing to where you last saw him.)
You now have 7 teeth — four on the top and 3 on the bottom. Whatever happened to that fourth bottom tooth is beyond me. Knowing your parents’ dental history, I can guarantee that you will need braces when you get older. (You have a very visible under bite which comes from your Mama’s paternal grandmother’s side.) Your lack of teeth doesn’t stop you from trying to eat and you can gnaw your way through some corn on the cob.
You can now climb up on the couch without pushing up cushions and love to catch Esco napping on it so you can give him one of your hugs and/or kisses. The cats are definitely more tolerant of your affectionate nature; I suppose they grew tired of fighting a losing battle. Tygris loves to lay by the fridge but you like to sit next to her (which means you inevitably end up sitting on her) and it becomes a game of her trying to reclaim her warm spot by the fridge and you laughing and chasing her, plopping your butt down on her as quickly as possible before she gets up and moves again.
Every day you become more independent, more defiant and more like a little man. I am still amazed that in only a year and a half you have gone from this small, wrinkly baby to a walking, (almost) talking, pint-sized person that loves to gives hugs and kisses and enjoy the occasional boogie down session.
I love you, booger butt,
Mama
