I thought I'd start out this letter by giving you a taste of your own medicine. This is how you like to get our attention these days. If we don't immediately acknowledge you, you will work your way into our line of vision until we must give you our attention. It's pretty effective, I must say, and I do appreciate it much more than whining about things.
This month you have been all about flexing your independence muscles. The phrase you repeat over and over is "YOU sit" and by "you" you mean Milo. You point at yourself and say "YOU sit". (We're not really sure how to explain that one to you. I'm sure you'll figure it out sooner or later. Right now we're just enjoying how adorable it is.) You no longer want to sit with us in the chair when we read to you. We have to sit next to you and hold the book like a librarian. It's cool though. We've worked out a compromise where we read like that for one book then we get to snuggle up for the next book. Best of both worlds, I suppose.
You have formed an opinion on what you wear now as well. For the most part, it involves one particular pair of pajamas which you have dubbed "dat kind dog." It's a pajama set that has different dogs all over the legs and a long-sleeved shirt with one big dog on it. It is always a treat when it's dat-kind-dog day. When you wake up in the morning on dat-kind-dog day you will immediately start talking about dat-kind-dog, oh and also your blue shoes (boo shoos). They totally make any outfit and you refuse to wear any other kind. You are happy all morning whilst in your pj's and it's so fun… until the time comes when we need to change for the day. Then the screaming and protesting come. Usually I can talk you into some other outfit, but you will continue talking about those pajamas at every single diaper change and outfit change until the magical day when they are clean again and you get to wear them again.
Your independent streak seems to go away when we get into public or unfamiliar settings though, which is totally understandable. Since you are completely adorable people always try to engage you when we're out doing things. You cling to me like glue, look whomever is talking to you directly in the eye, point to my chest and say "Mama" just to make it clear that you're with me.
This month we went on a quick family vacation to Seattle. You got to see your Uncle Russ and Cousin Mason. We went to the aquarium, rode on a ferry boat and stayed on the beach. You loved it. You especially loved looking at all the boats on the water, but didn't understand why you couldn't play with them. This led to a two-hour nightmarish episode where we were on a ferry boat, surrounded by water and boats trying to explain to you, an unreasonable 19-month old, that you couldn't play with all the boats you were seeing. Trying to explain scale and spatial relationships to someone your age is a little difficult. We finally bought you a fish to play with in the bathtub and that quelled your cries (strangely enough we could find no boat toys). We were only gone for three days, but it was so fun! It was a nice little family getaway and hopefully we will do another one very soon.
A couple weeks ago you got to go to your first wedding. I am really sad I didn't get a photo of you, your dad and I at that wedding, but you looked really cute. No, handsome. You were all dressed up and very well-behaved (thank you!). You stuffed your face with strawberries during the ceremony then smeared them all over your dad's shirt while you were pointing at him and letting anyone who looked at you know that he is your dada.
Love Always,
Mama
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