Big boy, you get funnier every day. You dance like a fool, feed your bear your dinner, and delight in movies. You finally have learned to say Juice when you want juice, and Down when you want down, which is a step in the right direction. I think you’re learning that words make the world easier, so maybe this means we’ll be getting more out of you soon.
You got a wagon for christmas, and we drag you all over the house in that thing. You love to ride in it. It’s full of blankets and books and toys, and sometimes you sit in it to watch movies, lie in it to rest . . . it’s cute. You wrestle with the dog, rugby tackle the cat, and practically kiss any other kids you see. The other day we went to an outdoor music fest thing, and you danced like a wild thing, following the other kids every step of the way. For some reason it broke my heart, to see you so sweetly looking up to these kids, so adoring. It wasn’t jealousy – it was some fierce mother bear impulse, that those damn kids better appreciate how lucky they are to have such a sweet boy as you dancing with them. They didn’t really acknowledge you much – they were years older and you got in their way – and it would have killed me if you’d noticed and cried. Things are about to get more complicated, as you leave our little cocoon world and start interacting with other people on your own. I fear for my heart.