Dear LittleDude,
This morning, I baked muffins for breakfast. When you got out of bed, you saw them cooling on the oven. First, you asked, "Cake, please!" and then you asked, "Hot, Mama? Hot?"
I don't know what makes me more proud: hearing you use a new word, hearing you use your manners, or knowing you're smart enough to realize things on the stove might be hot!
I love you.
Love, Mommy
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Night Night, Sleep Tight
Dear LittleDude,
I love how excited you are when it's time for your bed- and nap-time routine.
First, when I tell you it's time for bed, you start gathering all your favorite trains. Thomas, Toby, Percy, Rocky, Molly, the musical caboose, and the musical train that runs on the rolling track all have to come to bed. (And if one is missing, you either fetch it yourself or insist that I fetch it before you will be tucked in.)
Then, you practically run down the hall to your bedroom where you choose orange stars on your Twilight Turtle. (I think you like the orange because you can see the difference between Turtle's stars and the green glow-in-the-dark stars Daddy arranged in constellations on your ceiling.)
After you choose your stars, you have to turn on your ocean and your fish (two buttons on a sound machine that also has a projector that happens to have the fish disk loaded so that you see fishies on your ceiling at night).
Then you run over to the door, slam it shut, jump up into the rocking chair, and turn off your light.
At that moment, you get the biggest grin I've ever seen because you know it's time to cuddle in my lap while I rock you and sing to you and tickle you until I "toss" you into bed and tuck you.
It's one of my favorite parts of every day, and I'm glad it's one of your favorites too.
I love you.
Love, Mommy
I love how excited you are when it's time for your bed- and nap-time routine.
First, when I tell you it's time for bed, you start gathering all your favorite trains. Thomas, Toby, Percy, Rocky, Molly, the musical caboose, and the musical train that runs on the rolling track all have to come to bed. (And if one is missing, you either fetch it yourself or insist that I fetch it before you will be tucked in.)
Then, you practically run down the hall to your bedroom where you choose orange stars on your Twilight Turtle. (I think you like the orange because you can see the difference between Turtle's stars and the green glow-in-the-dark stars Daddy arranged in constellations on your ceiling.)
After you choose your stars, you have to turn on your ocean and your fish (two buttons on a sound machine that also has a projector that happens to have the fish disk loaded so that you see fishies on your ceiling at night).
Then you run over to the door, slam it shut, jump up into the rocking chair, and turn off your light.
At that moment, you get the biggest grin I've ever seen because you know it's time to cuddle in my lap while I rock you and sing to you and tickle you until I "toss" you into bed and tuck you.
It's one of my favorite parts of every day, and I'm glad it's one of your favorites too.
I love you.
Love, Mommy
Being LittleDude: January 2012
Dear LittleDude,
It's the start of a new month and a new year. You, of course, don't understand that. You just know that Daddy has been home every morning for awhile and that you like it that way. I have a feeling you're not going to believe or like it when you wake up in the morning and I tell you Daddy is at work.
Right now, you're Daddy's little boy. Oh, you still cry when I attempt to leave you alone with Daddy, but as long as I don't actually leave the house, you're perfectly content to come to me only for the occasional cuddle and focus on Daddy for all the playing.
When it comes to play time, your Dinosaur Train trains and talking dinosaurs have taken a back seat to your Thomas trains for the past few days, though the dinos did get a little play time yesterday afternoon. I think we might have overwhelmed you with new dinosaur stuff over Christmas. At any rate, we now have 50 Thomas collections in our Netflix Instant Watch queue so you can practice saying, "Rocky," "Thomas" (which still sounds like Toggie), "Percy" (which sounds a little risque at times), "Toby," "Molly," "James," and "Bust my buffers! It's dark in here!" (thanks to your Percy flashlight) every time one of your favorite engines comes onto the screen.
Your train table has also taken a back seat to tracks on the floor. I think this is because it is difficult to see the television around the Christmas tree. We'll try to take care of that today. Yesterday, you actually took the tracks off your train table for the first time in a few months. The amazing thing is that you didn't just toss the pieces aside. Instead, you started rebuilding a track on the floor. We definitely need to get you some more track.
Your favorite game at the moment is "Sleep." Basically, this involves you leading every living being in the house (except for Fish) into Mommy & Daddy's bedroom, turning off all the lights, cuddling in Mommy & Daddy's bed, and repeatedly pretending to fall asleep and then wake up in a start. It's very cute, and one day, I hope I'll be able to catch it on camera (maybe during the day when you can't make it quite pitch-dark in the room).
Let's see....other things...
You still prefer to eat your meals at your own time. If you are very, very hungry, you might join us at the table for the first ten minutes of a meal, but usually, you still prefer to eat an hour after everyone else... coincidentally (I'm sure) right around the time you notice Daddy and me preparing for your bed- or nap-time routine. (A little con artist, you are.)
You also still shun meat. In fact, if the meat isn't a chicken nugget or a piece of lamb from a Middle Eastern dish (you seemed to love the Turkish restaurant last week), you won't touch it. Eggs? Yes. Vegetables? Sometimes...with increasing frequence. Carbs? Always. Meat? Almost never.
And finally, you're starting to show an interest in art. Up until now, you haven't been a fan of crayons or markers (and you still aren't a fan of markers because I haven't given them to you yet), but over the past week or so, you've discovered that mirrors make great canvases for bathtub crayons and that Daddy is a pretty good artist. Currently, in addition to your efforts, there's a Rocky engine, a Tiny Pteranodon, a Tank Triceratops, a Thomas engine, a Percy engine, and a Buddy Tyrannosaurus on Daddy's bathroom mirror.
I can't wait to see what this month brings for you.
I love you.
Love, Mommy
It's the start of a new month and a new year. You, of course, don't understand that. You just know that Daddy has been home every morning for awhile and that you like it that way. I have a feeling you're not going to believe or like it when you wake up in the morning and I tell you Daddy is at work.
Right now, you're Daddy's little boy. Oh, you still cry when I attempt to leave you alone with Daddy, but as long as I don't actually leave the house, you're perfectly content to come to me only for the occasional cuddle and focus on Daddy for all the playing.
When it comes to play time, your Dinosaur Train trains and talking dinosaurs have taken a back seat to your Thomas trains for the past few days, though the dinos did get a little play time yesterday afternoon. I think we might have overwhelmed you with new dinosaur stuff over Christmas. At any rate, we now have 50 Thomas collections in our Netflix Instant Watch queue so you can practice saying, "Rocky," "Thomas" (which still sounds like Toggie), "Percy" (which sounds a little risque at times), "Toby," "Molly," "James," and "Bust my buffers! It's dark in here!" (thanks to your Percy flashlight) every time one of your favorite engines comes onto the screen.
Your train table has also taken a back seat to tracks on the floor. I think this is because it is difficult to see the television around the Christmas tree. We'll try to take care of that today. Yesterday, you actually took the tracks off your train table for the first time in a few months. The amazing thing is that you didn't just toss the pieces aside. Instead, you started rebuilding a track on the floor. We definitely need to get you some more track.
Your favorite game at the moment is "Sleep." Basically, this involves you leading every living being in the house (except for Fish) into Mommy & Daddy's bedroom, turning off all the lights, cuddling in Mommy & Daddy's bed, and repeatedly pretending to fall asleep and then wake up in a start. It's very cute, and one day, I hope I'll be able to catch it on camera (maybe during the day when you can't make it quite pitch-dark in the room).
Let's see....other things...
You still prefer to eat your meals at your own time. If you are very, very hungry, you might join us at the table for the first ten minutes of a meal, but usually, you still prefer to eat an hour after everyone else... coincidentally (I'm sure) right around the time you notice Daddy and me preparing for your bed- or nap-time routine. (A little con artist, you are.)
You also still shun meat. In fact, if the meat isn't a chicken nugget or a piece of lamb from a Middle Eastern dish (you seemed to love the Turkish restaurant last week), you won't touch it. Eggs? Yes. Vegetables? Sometimes...with increasing frequence. Carbs? Always. Meat? Almost never.
And finally, you're starting to show an interest in art. Up until now, you haven't been a fan of crayons or markers (and you still aren't a fan of markers because I haven't given them to you yet), but over the past week or so, you've discovered that mirrors make great canvases for bathtub crayons and that Daddy is a pretty good artist. Currently, in addition to your efforts, there's a Rocky engine, a Tiny Pteranodon, a Tank Triceratops, a Thomas engine, a Percy engine, and a Buddy Tyrannosaurus on Daddy's bathroom mirror.
I can't wait to see what this month brings for you.
I love you.
Love, Mommy
Monday, January 2, 2012
No Ducks Here!
Dear LittleDude,
Lately, one of your favorite games has involved curling up in bed with Mommy and Daddy and pretending to, alternately, fall asleep (complete with fake snoring) and wake up with a start. You particularly like to play this game after dark when turning off all the lights ensures complete darkness (really...you get a little miffed if you see light filtering under the door from the living room).
Tonight, as you were declaring, "No light!" and turning off the lamps, I was teasing you by turning the lamp back on the moment you moved your hand away from the switch.
After about the fifth time, you looked at me and demanded, "Stop it, Mama!"
"But I'm afraid of the dark!" I cried.
To which you replied with all the sincerity in the world, "I'm not a duck!" before flicking off the lamp anyway.
I love you.
Love, Mommy
Lately, one of your favorite games has involved curling up in bed with Mommy and Daddy and pretending to, alternately, fall asleep (complete with fake snoring) and wake up with a start. You particularly like to play this game after dark when turning off all the lights ensures complete darkness (really...you get a little miffed if you see light filtering under the door from the living room).
Tonight, as you were declaring, "No light!" and turning off the lamps, I was teasing you by turning the lamp back on the moment you moved your hand away from the switch.
After about the fifth time, you looked at me and demanded, "Stop it, Mama!"
"But I'm afraid of the dark!" I cried.
To which you replied with all the sincerity in the world, "I'm not a duck!" before flicking off the lamp anyway.
I love you.
Love, Mommy
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