I am so far behind on my letters to you. I hope that you know that I love you, more than these letters can tell you. After all, it's better to be spending time together than just writing about it, right?
We have been having some fabulous days together lately. You are talking up a storm. After a period of some weeks where the big question was 'what's that', even when you knew exactly 'what that' was, you're into the 'why's. Sometimes we get into an endless string of 'why' wherein I try to answer until I run out of answers, try asking what you think, then you just ask me again. Daddy reminds you that it's always good to ask questions, because that's how one learns. And you are learning things faster than I would ever believe. Daddy keeps pointing out that you are a sieve (meaning, of course, sponge - but Daddy gets confused), and this is true. I have to keep my language cleaned up!
You were visiting Etienne and Angela a week ago, and Angela says you and Etienne had a whole conversation together, just the two of you. You were playing with playdough, and talking about what you were doing. I think this may be the first time that you had a whole conversation with another kid your age without any input from a parent.
You process everything. You've been pretending to fall down and cry, then get a kiss and hug from me, and when I suggested that you don't need to be hurt for a kiss and a hug from me, you repeated what I said slowly, as you thought about it. Today you came running in to me in the kitchen and asked for a hug and kiss. I was more than happy to give you one. The other week you were at Ba's house (We finally realized this came from how you say 'grandma' which is 'bahma'. So yes, 'ba'.) and you both were talking about Daddy and his job. You'd just visited his office in Cupertino. Ba asked if you knew where he worked, and you said 'Apple'. Then you said, "I eat apples". Ba said yes, but this is a different Apple. At this Apple, they make iPods and iPhones and iPads. You considered, then said 'Some apples make ipods and some apples make iphones..."
You are learning about feelings. When you knock over and throw around all of my freshly folded laundry and I scowl and get angry you ask whether I'm happy. You apologize and then ask again whether I'm happy. When we are drawing on the chalk board, and I draw a sad face, you erase the mouth and ask me to 'make him happy'. When you are falling asleep in your bed, you say that you're going to hold Hey Bun Bun in case you get lonely. (Then follow up by pointing out that coming to my bed will keep you from being lonely too. That I keep you company in bed and Daddy keeps me company. Yes, that we do.)
You've been having a harder time staying in your big boy bed lately. You sleep alone until around 2am, then come to bed with Daddy and me. I don't mind so much because you just curl up and fall asleep. You like to share my pillow, wanting me close to you. You also like to sleep on the outside of the bed, rather than the middle, which means you've fallen out of bed a couple of times. However, this doesn't keep you from sleeping there again later.
In the last week, you've been wearing underwear all day, every day. You've had 7 days of dryness in a row! I am so proud of you. Last Friday we were at the bookstore and you asked to go potty, right in the middle of looking at books. The next day you chose underwear instead of a diaper and we haven't looked back.
Your favorite books in the past few weeks are: Green Eggs and Ham, where you always close your eyes and turn your head when the narrator is about to try the green eggs and ham, just before he says he likes it; Moo Who?, about a cow named Hilda Mae Heifer who gets hit in the noggin with a cow pie and loses her moo, which you already know some of the words; Tadpoles, about a little girl who gets a baby brother and would rather have a frog - and learns about frogs growing up as her baby brother grows up too - you love to see the frogs; Snuggle Puppy by Sandra Boyton - which you love me to sing, but not to kiss you at the kiss parts; and Wrapped in my Love - about a puppy named Snoozer, who hears strange noises in the night and is afraid until his parents reassure him, and you already know most of this book by heart.
I want to say here that there have been some tough patches lately, and I've been a little more short-tempered, a little less patient, and a little less available for you than I have been. I'm sorry about that. I want you to know that is not your fault. I'm going to do better. It never means I don't love you.
I do love you, with my whole entire being. You are my favorite big boy.