August 16, 2010
Besides exploring and examining, your biggest thing is smiling. It’s been said of you that your goal in life is to smile at everyone you come in contact with. So far you have been highly successful. Highly, highly successful, you little flirt. I am happy to say that your smiles are non-discriminating thus far, but you are beginning to pick up on the fact that the ones with the long hair and the higher pitched voices typically oogle over you more. How could they not fall in love with your sweet partially-toothed grin, your shoulder shrugs and your pretending to be shy? I just hope you are slow to catch on to the extent to which we are wrapped around your finger.
So, buddy. Let’s talk about the squawking, shall we? WHAT. IS. THAT. ABOUT?! I am trying every thing I can to help you, teaching you sign language, being readily available and attentive to you, but still. The squawking. You actually went as far as to squawk in my face a few days ago in the grocery line, you were in a pack on my front and we were both O so done waiting. I gave you a grumpy face and started whispering in your ear to distract you and also cue you into a more appropriate volume level (O boy would those gentle parenting books be so ! proud !) but you didn’t give a hoot about my Dr. Sears approved parenting strategies. You just went on squawking in my right ear drum until every last item was scanned and bagged. Then, you smiled nicely and waved to the cashier as we exited the store.
You are a puzzle, little one. A messy, busy, smiley puzzle.
As puzzling, exciting, entertaining, and frustrating as your behavior can be, I wouldn’t trade this moment in your development for the whole wide world. I really wouldn’t. I feel like now more than ever before you are my little buddy, my daily companion on our adventures (like grocery trips and play dates). If it were even possible for a toddler to make errands more fun, you do it. You smile and giggle and flirt your way through the day with me and my heart is on the very verge of bursting. Even with the squawking.
To the moon and back buddy,