You are the most enthusiastic child I have ever seen. Just the sight of a firetruck barreling down the road with it's lights on, sends you into a frenzy of screaming, "fire truck, fire truck! MOMMY!" until I acknowledge that yes, it is a firetruck and yes it does have it's lights on. And oh to find a mushroom in your dinner. It surely is the most tasty, morsel in the world as you fish it out of your pasta and hold it up to the light for better examination while exclaiming, "I HAVE A MUSHROOM!"
I think if we took you to Disney you might explode.
Your vocabulary is quite impressive. I'm proud of this because it makes me think that maybe we are getting some stuff right. Of course it could be that you're brillant instead of our stellar parenting skills but I'll take that too. I would like to think that it's because we never dumb it down for you. Today we were in the car coming back from Papaw's when you started chattering something unintelligible. You were pretty insistent on the word, so I finally said, "You're going to have to be more specific." You replied, "No, Mommy, I don't have to be more specific", in an exasperating tone. I explained to you what the word specific meant and didn't hear it again today. But I guarantee in a week or so, I'll say something to you and you'll spout it back out to me. In a wise ass tone of voice.
You've started getting a little braver with your voice tone and I'm starting to see it's going to move into the talking back stage. It's pretty common, ('bout 10 times a day) for me to ask you to do something and have you reply, "No, YOU need to pick this up MOMMY!" Personally, it's kind of entertaining and it never works for you so I figure we should just enjoy the humor while we can.
You are getting better with your brother. Now instead of "accidentally on purpose" hurting him you are just accidentally hurting him. I feel like it's mostly about the intention with that sort of thing, so you are forgiven often usually escaping with only a mild scolding. You might ignore him on a regular basis, but the first thing you want to know in the morning is, "Where's Tristan?" You want to know if he's going into the car with us, or if he's going outside with us, or where he's sleeping. You want to know if he can taste everything that you taste and why can't he have an M&M. You want to know if he needs to take a turn in the bathroom too. Often you want to know if Mommy or Daddy can hold him so that you can work your puzzle without him throwing himself on top of it and trying to take the pieces out of your hand and put them into his mouth. You are going to be a great big brother.
Over the past two days I've been working a temp job causing me to be gone for about 9 hours each day. I thought that you might take it harder than you did and was mildly, relieved and disappointed when you seemed to not be phased at all. You've been enjoying your one on one time with Daddy and were glad to see me home, but didn't really address the issue until the second night when you climbed up into my lap, threw your arms around my neck and hugged me saying, "I missed you" and just laid in my lap for a couple of minutes. At that time, although I enjoyed working, it felt so good to be home.
Love,
Mommy
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