Your hair is unbelievably long. I'm about to start trimming it while you're in the bath, distracted. You are so much more talkative, even if its still baby babble. Your big legs make my hands squeeze them and my lips kiss them. A pretend bite is always mixed in there. Thankfully, you laugh and enjoy playing around afterwards. "Where's David? David? David!" We play this game. You hide in between the cribs, in the closet underneath all the clothes, or you cover yourself under the blanket. You peek with the biggest smile on your face and hide again. "I got you!" Then, there's a hysterical laughter going on. Speaking of laughing, you have started doing this weird crazy sarcastic laugh in which you make your whole body shake except for your lips. Who taught you that?! When you're grumpy or upset about something, you bang your head on the mattress, pillow, sofa, floor, wall, whatever you want. We have tried scolding you, a spank, and most recently, sitting you on the floor and walking away. Nothing. Is. Working. You push a chair around in the kitchen and just help yourself to the fruit bowl. You have a thing for apples. Everyday, you eat an apple. By your choice. Good boy! You love to get praised,who doesn't, right? You "help" me wash dishes, but really you just take hem all out of the sink and play with the water. If I ask you to "throw it in he trash, please" you do. You get praised for this and I remember how much I love to see you clap because you did something really good. The chair also gets pushed towards the stove/cooking area and you play with the toaster or whatever veggies i have out. You, in the kitchen, a book can be written.
Black box. Books. Car rides. Library. Sister. Naps. Teeth. Playful.
I'm writing these words to remind me of everything else I want to talk to you about, but right now, my eyes are closing and your sister is waking up.
p.s. your little foot is peeking out of your crib. My favorite.
xo, mama
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