Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Dear Tristan - 23 Months

Dear Sugar Bear,
In one month you'll be two years old and while I'm starting to see the wish for independence that comes with that age, I'm not seeing as much of the attitude that most other children develop. We kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. Some sort of indication of the hell that we would be suffering as we guide you through your second year of life. Not to say that you aren't an active child, but having true curtain climbers, we do active well in this house, it's the sheer defiance that I was dreading. Because everyone knows that I'd love to say, "Because I SAID SO!" an additional 50 times a day.



I'm planning another beach trip for us before the summer is out because I want you and your brother to have one last week of doing nothing but, eating, sleeping, running and swimming. Because you both nap well during the day and sleep well at night, it seems like when we are there, everyone is happy, healthy and relaxed. Now if we can just get over that fear of being in the water. I'm all about you having a healthy respect for the water, but worse than that is the sudden fear you developed of any shower at the beach house. I'm not sure if this is because the water irritates your skin or because you were traumatized once when you and your brother were showering together (at the beach house) and he tackled you, taking you both down. No one was hurt but it scared everyone, including me who had a firm grip on your arm the entire time.


In the Fall you'll begin preschool. I think it's going to be a fantastic experience for you to get to play with other children without your brother around. You have the same teacher that Connor had his first year of school and we couldn't be happier. She's everything a preschool teacher should be, complete with bluebirds and fairies, singing around her aura. I'm not nearly as apprehensive about you starting school as I was when your brother started. Just because, I know you are going to love it that much. As soon as you stop crying at the door for me to come back... but Mommy comes back, always.
I love you,
Mommy

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