Dear Etrain,
This has been another pretty mellow month for us. Your dad and I did take a short trip up near San Francisco for a friend's wedding, so you stayed with Nana and Papa. They sent me these photos...looks like you guys had a lot of fun at the beach and park.
Otherwise, we pretty much hung out around home this past month. We have gone to our new house and played in the pool, we've gone to a bunch of parks, and you love, love, love taking your choo choo outside around the apartment complex here...we take choo choo out almost daily.
I can't remember if I've mentioned it before, but I've been taking you to classes at My Gym since you were about 15 months old (I remember because when we started you weren't walking yet, but soon after we started the classes, you decided to walk). We sing songs, practice a flip or balance trick of some kind, play games, and climb all over the gym that they change up each week. You love to explore and are into something new every time we go.
So at My Gym, they have a bar that you love to have me lift you up to and hang from. We'll do it over and over. Now when you see something to hang from at the park or anywhere really, you go for it. My cute little monkey. (BTW, when I ask you what sound the monkey makes you do an "ooo ooo ahhh ahhh" copying how I've shown you and it's so adorable.)
You crack me up when you go down the slide. Either you need more ab muscles, or you just haven't figured out how to go down while sitting up. Nonetheless it's super funny to watch you lay down and flip over at the bottom of the slide.
You haven't gotten new toys from us in a long time. I was partially holding off because this apartment is so small and I didn't want more clutter. But each time you go to Nana and Papa's there seems to be something new for you and I felt like I wanted you to have something fun and new here too. So we found you some new pj's and apparently the best toys ever. You talk about and play with the tractor and truck all the time. All you want to wear is clothes with a truck or tractor on it. You also love that ball. The last several days I've gone in to get you up from your nap, and the first thing that comes out of your mouth is "ball". So funny. And the blocks are just better. You had blocks before, but not a bunch so it was hard to build anything really cool. We now have a bunch and you and your dad are pros at building things tall.
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| Oh son, I'm sorry you got your dad's ribs. :) |
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| Strong selfie game. |
I don't take a ton of photos at My Gym because we are always too busy playing. But I got some photos and video the other day. You were just having so much fun on this slide that they wrapped in mats so it was like a tunnel. I could barely peel you away, until the swing came out. Someone really loved the carousel swing they made that day.
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| That face! |
We went to breakfast the other day, and that place has a balloon animal maker. We had him make a crown and a sword.
Like father, like son. I'm in for a bunch of laughter with you two for sure. I'm ready.
I'd say the coolest thing you're doing now is talking and really trying to imitate what we say. Before, if you couldn't make the sound you wouldn't even try. Now you'll give it a shot. Lot's of your words are way off the mark, but I've learned what they mean to you and that makes us both happy. You're more able to tell me what you want which has helped with the tantrums. There's still plenty of them. But now when you start to unglue, I say to you "tell me what you want" and you immediately relax and tell me. Most of the time the answer is "dat", which I believe it "that"...which is not specific at all. But with some pointing and a little deductive reasoning, I figure it out, you are heard, and sometimes get what you want. When you don't get what you want...well, there's a 50/50 chance of a meltdown.
Overall though, I have to tell you, your dad and I are so proud of you and brag about you all the time. We've hung around enough other kids your age to see how awesome you are. I mean, we always thought you were amazing, but when seeing other kids in action you can tell you're just the coolest little dude. You may have your moments of being a pain, but not compared to some kids. I've seen super hyper, destructive, and flat out bratty. You are none of those. While other kids are going crazy, you're just chillin', having fun, playing on your own. You're pretty good at sharing and it's really sweet when you say "tank tcho".
You are also still very into your letters and numbers. More so the letters, but I'm really excited you started saying "fo" and "fi". I was getting tired of only hearing "two" and "tee". You love to point out the numbers you see, but oh the letters. You're all about your letters. EVERYWHERE we go you're pointing out all the letters you know...and you can say almost all of them now...in your own way. When we color you also really love to have us help you write some letters. You'll be reading and writing in no time. Ha. No rush kid, but I'm glad you're excited about it though. Now we just have to get you back into books. You've been too fidgety lately to sit through a book. We'll work on it.
Last story I have to share is your bedtime song. I'm not very creative, so I used to just sing you the same lullaby. But your dad sings all sorts of songs to you. Apparently, he once sang you "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen and it stuck. The beginning of the song has part that says "Mamaaaaa, Ooo ooo ooo ooooooo." Dada called me in while he had you on the changing table getting ready for bed. He sang Mama and you followed up with Ooooooo. Oh man, it was cute. Since then, that's all you want me to sing you before nap or bed. I happen to know the words (sort of) to the first part of the song with all the Mama's in it, so that's what we do. I sing and you sometimes join in. Now, when you go and look up the words, you'll find it's pretty morbid. Once you start understanding what the words mean, we'll either have to create a G rated version ourselves or find a new song. For now, it works.
Although you are getting tougher as you near the (hopefully not) terrible twos, I love you more and more each day sweet boy.
Love,
Mama
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