Housekeeping at 14 Months
Dear Milo:
The past month has been one of extreme highs and lows. About three weeks ago you started whining and you didn't stop until this Monday. My guess is that your molars are coming in and generally causing you to be pissed off with the world, but for a while Daddy and I were worried that maybe this was just your new personality. You whined that you were out of milk and you whined that you didn't feel like eating pasta for dinner and you whined that you didn't want to have your diaper changed or your coat put on and why couldn't you have a sip of whatever it was that all the grownups were drinking and why couldn't you stick your fingers up the cat's butt and why couldn't you just touch the broiler just once?
As a result Daddy and I started drinking. And quite frankly, I'm not very good at drinking. Thankfully you got your old personality back a few days ago and now we're all happy again.
As you've learned more words we've learned more about your personality. You can say garbage, car keys, truck, cup, hot, computer, camera, up, door, please, ball, and closed. Sometimes what you don't say is more interesting than what you do say. For instance, you would think that "milk" might be one of your words, since you consume about a gallon every day. Whereas "garbage" seems like the kind of thing that wouldn't come up that often. But that's not how you roll.
Every day you have a new word, which is very cool, especially when we have a day like yesterday, where the new word was "yuck." You yelled "YUCK" repeatedly at the top of your lungs as I wheeled you down 7th Avenue, causing people to turn their heads and wonder just what kind of strange parents were raising you.
Yesterday I took you on your first walk. We strolled down to the corner where we saw an ambulance go screeching by, and it just about blew your mind. Then we examined the door to the neighboring apartment building, and you demanded that I open it. When I tried to explain that I couldn't in fact open the door to that building, that Mommy doe not have the keys to every building in all of Brooklyn, you cried a little bit. I'm not sure if it was because you thought I was refusing to open the door for you, or the realization that I can't fix everything all the time, even though it usually seems like I can.
You spend a lot of time thinking you're an adult. We've recently discovered that you love the taste of coffee. You like to pretend to read the newspaper and you will say "hello" into anything that even vaguely resembles a cell phone. It used to be that we would put you down in a room and you would stay there. Now sometimes I turn around and you're walking out the door. You're very busy. You have things to do, places to go, people to see, electrical sockets to touch, dust bunnies to eat.
Spending time with you is more like spending time with an actual human being these days. You have desires that make sense and frequently you are able to articulate them. It's been sad for me that just as you've become a better companion I've had less time to spend with you, but I hope that over the next few months that will change. I love when you rest your head on my lap and say "Mama," like I'm your favorite person on the planet. You're my favorite too.
The past month has been one of extreme highs and lows. About three weeks ago you started whining and you didn't stop until this Monday. My guess is that your molars are coming in and generally causing you to be pissed off with the world, but for a while Daddy and I were worried that maybe this was just your new personality. You whined that you were out of milk and you whined that you didn't feel like eating pasta for dinner and you whined that you didn't want to have your diaper changed or your coat put on and why couldn't you have a sip of whatever it was that all the grownups were drinking and why couldn't you stick your fingers up the cat's butt and why couldn't you just touch the broiler just once?
As a result Daddy and I started drinking. And quite frankly, I'm not very good at drinking. Thankfully you got your old personality back a few days ago and now we're all happy again.
As you've learned more words we've learned more about your personality. You can say garbage, car keys, truck, cup, hot, computer, camera, up, door, please, ball, and closed. Sometimes what you don't say is more interesting than what you do say. For instance, you would think that "milk" might be one of your words, since you consume about a gallon every day. Whereas "garbage" seems like the kind of thing that wouldn't come up that often. But that's not how you roll.
Every day you have a new word, which is very cool, especially when we have a day like yesterday, where the new word was "yuck." You yelled "YUCK" repeatedly at the top of your lungs as I wheeled you down 7th Avenue, causing people to turn their heads and wonder just what kind of strange parents were raising you.
Yesterday I took you on your first walk. We strolled down to the corner where we saw an ambulance go screeching by, and it just about blew your mind. Then we examined the door to the neighboring apartment building, and you demanded that I open it. When I tried to explain that I couldn't in fact open the door to that building, that Mommy doe not have the keys to every building in all of Brooklyn, you cried a little bit. I'm not sure if it was because you thought I was refusing to open the door for you, or the realization that I can't fix everything all the time, even though it usually seems like I can.
You spend a lot of time thinking you're an adult. We've recently discovered that you love the taste of coffee. You like to pretend to read the newspaper and you will say "hello" into anything that even vaguely resembles a cell phone. It used to be that we would put you down in a room and you would stay there. Now sometimes I turn around and you're walking out the door. You're very busy. You have things to do, places to go, people to see, electrical sockets to touch, dust bunnies to eat.
Spending time with you is more like spending time with an actual human being these days. You have desires that make sense and frequently you are able to articulate them. It's been sad for me that just as you've become a better companion I've had less time to spend with you, but I hope that over the next few months that will change. I love when you rest your head on my lap and say "Mama," like I'm your favorite person on the planet. You're my favorite too.
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