Boog,

You are eighteen months old now and sometimes when I look at you I notice how fast you are growing up. Then a split second later you are my tiny baby again. I believe we’ve passed the hurdle of separation anxiety at daycare. Yesterday you happily told me your babbling, long winded goodbye and ran off to play. You even indulged me with a sweet kiss goodbye. Seems I’ve developed a little bit of separation anxiety now.

Your latest development is more language and some oh-so-lovely climbing skills. You are now using two and three word sentences much of the time and asking lots of questions. There is still plenty that you say that neither your father or I have any idea what you are talking about but boy do you have a lot to say.

And then there is the climbing. One day this past weekend your father let you climb up on to the kitchen table just to see if you could do it. You can, of course, and now I’m sure you know better than to do that repeatedly when left unattended while mama goes to the bathroom. Yay, climbing. :|

I do believe you are finally getting those canines. Man, I wish they’d hurry up. They sure are making you a crabby little man. You’ve been spending a lot of time in Time Out because of that crabbiness. At the very least it seems to calm the fits you throw when you don’t get your way.

Not getting your way seems to be the source of most of the major injustices in your life. I hate to tell you son but it’s gonna be our way for quite some time and you’re just going to have to live with it. All in all you’ve got it pretty good though, so you should know most of the stuff we tell you No about if for your own safety. I know it’s hard to understand at your young age and I don’t enjoy not getting my way either but that’s life sweetheart and you might as well learn early.

I’ve grown somewhat attached to holding and rocking you when you need it at night. I believe I might enjoy it more than you. You don’t sit still long enough to cuddle or allow your mama to hold you like you used to. And if I try to hold you, you wiggle and squirm and whine until I let you go do your thing. Your 16-year-old cousin has been staying with us this week. She’s only mildly helpful and being with a teenager makes me thankful that my baby is small. So let’s stay small for a good bit longer, okay? for mama?

Love,

Mama