I started a long post for you on the day you turned 14 months old but by the time I actually sat down to finish it, you were nearly 15 months old already. How did that happen?
It seems unbelievable to think that it’s been an entire 3 months since we celebrated your first birthday in DC. You are a 15-month-old now, a stubborn, giggly, cuddly and amazing bundle of curiosity with an outsized interest in all things water, wheels and animal.
You live for the hose in the backyard, the playground, big trucks and the sprinkler on the ball field. I live for our early morning snuggles, the way you grab my hand now when we go out walking and your habit of plopping down into my lap with a book for me to read. Oh and those kisses you give me by kissing your own palm and then running over to press your little hand to my mouth. What I would give to bottle those up and keep them forever.
We spend nearly every waking minute outdoors now and I’m constantly coating you in bug spray and fighting to keep dirt and pigeon poop out of your mouth. You like to run after crows and stray cats and you’ll throw a fit if we go into a store instead of staring at the stray dogs sleeping just outside the door.
The only place I can keep you indoors for more than a few minutes at a time is our kitchen. While I cook and bake you like to stir your own imaginary concoctions on the floor or twist the caps on and off the empty peanut butter jars I give you to
keep you busy play with.
You’ve adopted the “big kids” on the compound as your tribe and nothing fascinates you more it seems than to get to follow them around on the playground or run after them across the big green lawns. I love watching you break into a wide smile when your favorite elementary school girls come bounding up to give you kisses and play peekaboo. You’ve also started playing simple games with the little ones your age–bouncing up and down on a drain cover together or wildly shaking your heads from side to side before erupting into hysterical giggles. At home with your dad and I, you’ve recently discovered how much fun it is to spin around in circles until you fall over and it makes us laugh every time.
You’ve figured out how crayons and markers work and it’s still mind-blowing to me to watch you pick up a crayon, hold it almost correctly in your right hand (and only your right, funnily enough) and draw scribbles on a piece of paper. Were you not still so intent on eating your crayons, I think we’d be coloring half the day away.
You understand nearly everything we say to you, though we are still waiting to hear your first real words. You have a stubborn streak a mile and a half wide and can’t be made to do anything you do not want to do–whether it’s eating dinner or showing us your namaste bow. We’ve come to realize that you eat more when we aren’t looking and prefer to practice all of your newest moves when no one seems to be paying attention. You are cautious when it comes to some things–and remarkably less so with others. You give us regular heart attacks with your attempts to climb up on everything and fling yourself headfirst off the couch.
You are napping right now and very likely about to wake up so I should end this for now, but I wish there were words enough to tell you how much I love you. How many times a day you make us laugh and make us smile. You are such a wonderful little boy, my little man.
All our love,