Today you are 21 months old. You love trucks, trains and especially buses. Lucky for you, there is a private school behind our house and the school buses roll by twice a day. You stop whatever you're doing and toodle over to the window to begin your commentary, "A bus! Hey, kids!" And then you wave. Over and over.
I continue to be amazed at what you can do. There are words that you say that I don't remember teaching you. ("I tooted," comes to mind). We've been trying to teach you to say excuse me, but you refuse. You just make your announcement and laugh like it's the funniest thing ever. Because we make you say it, I now have a reason to make your Dada say, "Excuse me, I tooted." And believe me, there are plenty of opportunities for that around here.
You have been sick the last few days and we've been cooped up indoors and restless. You haven't been sleeping great, and one night I rocked you for what felt like hours. Your little legs dangled past my knees and I remembered how very tiny you once were. Even though I wasn't thrilled about being up at 2 AM, it made it easier to take knowing that you were able to rest there in my arms, even though you're a big girl now, who can announce her farts and everything. I love you, Pooper. I'm always glad you're mine.
Love,
Mama
3 comments:
happy 21 months, claire!
did you get my message last week, kar? sorry i didn't actually get to talk to you on your birthday. you know how we are with those...they get extended celebrations into the following months:)
What a cutie! She would fit right in here with the boys!!!!
There's a good chance she learned it at our house....but I hope not.
I noticed the last time she was over how much she was talking-she's growing up!!
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