Dear Lili,
Here are some funny things you are doing:
MAMA: After an entire year practically of calling everything ‘DaDa’ – you finally made the switch and have said ‘MaMa’. But here is the funny thing – you now call solid food (and milk) “Mama” – which if you think about it makes sense since I was your prime source of any and all food for the first year of your life. It still hits me in waves at what a proud accomplishment this is for me. Not to toot my own horn but to nurse for an entire year is kind of an insanely cool accomplishment. Reminder – this was not by choice. I was not trying to be hippie cool alternative Mom. If you recall you refused the bottle. Who thought the end result would result in “Mama” being anything from a hard boiled egg to a small bowl of cottage cheese?
SO BIG: Two significant and strong amazing women in your life have given you toys for your birthday that involve batteries. All I know is I must have done something very bad in a former life to deserve this. Ha. The first is from Grandma – a cell phone that you hold up to your ear (which ok is pretty cute) and an electronic voice says HELLO…GOODBYE over and over again. I told Grandma I plan to call her up one morning extra early and just play it on loop for her. The other is a flashing singing speaking stuffed animal dog from your babysitter that is actually very sweet despite it’s cardiac inducing tricks. On one of the many loops it says SO BIG and today when it screamed it I watched you raise your hands in the air to show how big you are. You sure are getting big.
Tonight we read an alphabet book with pictures. When we got to F for feet you looked at my foot. Then you stuck out your foot and pointed. I took your shoes and socks off and after looking down at them you looked up and smiled. Then you pulled on your other sock and shoe until I did the same thing.
I’m so glad one of us is becoming smarter while I still struggle to remember why I walked into the kitchen (three times in a row), get dressed without a bra and/or forget the names of basic things on a regular basis and still say stupid things to your father when I’m tired like, “can you get me the plastic thing…round…you put liquid in…to feed our child?”
Dad: A cup???!!
M: Yes a cup. A cup.
