You’re going crazy with the talking. Chip-Ip was reading you a Cars book, and you kept saying Nigh nigh a-queen! Lightning McQueen! Over and over. This morning, Jack yelled at Virgil for barking outside, and you went to the kitchen side door and yelled “BUDGIL! BUDGIL! BUUUUUUDGIL!” You were mimicking me (not at my best moment). It was darn cute to see all your faux indignation.
You’ve been sleeping beautifully lately, which is a nice change. You usually wake up happy, chatting or yelling for us to come get you. I am teaching you to say please and thank you, and you’re getting better at it. You and Jack are quite a pair, too. He is still protective of you and rough on you, in cycles, but you usually take it in stride. You’re a sturdy, tough little dude. You eat really well, still. You had tons of turkey at Thanksgiving dinner, and a broccoli casserole, and a bite or two of spoon bread. And lots of croissants. You spat the cranberry sauce out everywhere, though.
You are a little parrot, and say back everything we say to you. You also never sit still, unless you’re sick. You still come back once in a while, when you’re playing, to check in with me. You’ll grab one or both of your puppies, and cuddle up to me sucking your thumb for just a minute. Then you go back to play.
You took a shower with me this morning. You loved it! It doesn’t scare you at all – you love to feel the warm water on your face, and you also just sat down and started playing like you were in the bath. You’ve started singing to yourself – nonsense words. I’m reading a a book about baby’s brains, and it says that babies will remember (into adulthood) the things they hear, smell, or taste in the womb. I wonder if both you and your brother will remember the songs that I practiced when I was pregnant with each of you. In any case, both of you love to dance and sing. You were dancing along to the 30Rock theme song the other day.
You love to read. we have this book called “in the garden,” and as you read you flip flaps over to see what’s hiding behind things in the garden (five butterflies hide behind a flower, four ladybugs hide behind a flowerpot, etc.) The last thing hiding in the garden is you, seen in a little circle mirror. Whenever we get to that place, you open the flap and say “Baby!” and press it to your nose. Super adorbs.
I like you more and more every day. You’re getting to be a total hoot. Your regular sleep is also helpful. I love your smooth little cheeks, your little dark eyes, your blond (shaggy, right now!) hair, your stocky, bowlegged body. You’re a tough little nut, and you’re my sweet baby boy.