Hello sweet boy,
This is one of the hardest newsletters to write, because you have been many things besides sweet this past month. Up until a few days ago, if someone asked how old you were, you sweetly said "tree" while holding up one finger. Yesterday, you answered "two" every time. You know it now, and you're damn sure going to make sure everyone else knows you're two.
The whining. The crying. The weeping, and scrabbling to be picked up. The "MY!" and the "NO!" and the other good, fun times. It's all permanently etched into my brain. This morning you cried for 35 minutes because Daddy insisted you say "please" when you asked for something. Goodness gracious.
Don't let the sweet face fool you:
Your language is doing great - lots of two and three word phrases. Lots of demands, requests, refusals...yep, I'm thrilled that you're speaking now. It is really fun to hear you singing - that's probably the best part. Our repertoire now includes ABC, Twinkle Twinkle, You are my Sunshine, and Oh Susannah. I started singing Oh Susannah a few weeks ago, and now you request it most of all - and each time I sing it, you learn one new word each time. I think you purposely request it because you're trying to memorize it!
Preschool is going really well. Reports home say how well you're adjusting and bonding with your teacher, Ms. Roz.
Despite all of the crappy times, and there are a lot of them these days, I love and adore you. I'm prouder than heck of you. We went to Richmond yesterday, and you wowwed all of your cousins - Aunt Susan and Uncle John were totally impressed with your stamina and good cheer, despite a lack of nap. Uncle John and Peepa took you to the state fair, and reported that you were in good spirits and enthusiastic all day.
I love you,