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At 19 months
Sep. 7th, 2009 09:11 pmDear Tai,
I wish I were better when you are sick. I take good care of you, I hold you and cuddle you. I give you medicine if you need it, juice and water and what food you want. I nurse you if it doesn't make you gag and you want it. But I can't make you feel better and I wish with all of my heart that I could. It hurts to see you feeling so poorly. Your smile and exuberance are totally gone. You just want to lay on the couch with me or Daddy and watch TV. When you're healthy you don't want to sit still for even a whole episode of Sesame Street.
Your Mimi and Popa and your Uncle Andrew visited you this past weekend. Even though Andrew was sick, you had such a good time with him. Unlike your Daddy and me, he loves sports and you both spent some good time watching 'ut-baw' (or foot-ball). He couldn't even go to the bathroom without you saying 'An-doo, An-doo.' Your Mimi loved to draw with you, and your Popa had the best time going down the slide with you. You impressed them with your words and your running and your love of eating (especially olives). None of them could believe how much you've grown up, just since June. They had to search out a real 'ba-ket-baw' (basketball) for you, and you love it.
I can't believe how much you've grown myself. You are saying two and three word 'sentences'. You talk about 'boo eyes' and 'boo shoes' and you can ask for juice by name. You ask to use the drinking fountain by making slurp, slurp sounds. You know several colors pretty well, and you can almost say 'orange'. You love riding in the truck with Daddy, and when you both took a trip to Ikea you didn't stop saying 'tuck' until you hit Oakland. You like to echo the last couple of words of what we're saying, and it's inspired me to start cleaning up my language.
You have been growing impatient with Story time, but you still love to sing along and dance. You are starting to play with other kids, like Talya and Dottie. You have a great time running and laughing with Dottie. Balls are still your favorite - throwing, kicking, trying to catch. If anyone, anywhere has a ball, you want to participate. You want to read stories every night and during potty time. Your favorite books are about Wibbly Pig and Winnie the Pooh, though you still love your dog books. And 'Runaway Bunny' has been a very popular potty pick as well.
Sometimes I wish I could be a better mom - when I'm overly anxious, or short-tempered, or irritable. I know no one is perfect, but I've been more off than usual lately and I wish that you didn't have to be a part of that. I'm going to try to get things back to a more stable place, but I hope you'll forgive me for the mistakes I make.
I do love you. Always. Don't forget that.
~ Your Mommy
I wish I were better when you are sick. I take good care of you, I hold you and cuddle you. I give you medicine if you need it, juice and water and what food you want. I nurse you if it doesn't make you gag and you want it. But I can't make you feel better and I wish with all of my heart that I could. It hurts to see you feeling so poorly. Your smile and exuberance are totally gone. You just want to lay on the couch with me or Daddy and watch TV. When you're healthy you don't want to sit still for even a whole episode of Sesame Street.
Your Mimi and Popa and your Uncle Andrew visited you this past weekend. Even though Andrew was sick, you had such a good time with him. Unlike your Daddy and me, he loves sports and you both spent some good time watching 'ut-baw' (or foot-ball). He couldn't even go to the bathroom without you saying 'An-doo, An-doo.' Your Mimi loved to draw with you, and your Popa had the best time going down the slide with you. You impressed them with your words and your running and your love of eating (especially olives). None of them could believe how much you've grown up, just since June. They had to search out a real 'ba-ket-baw' (basketball) for you, and you love it.
I can't believe how much you've grown myself. You are saying two and three word 'sentences'. You talk about 'boo eyes' and 'boo shoes' and you can ask for juice by name. You ask to use the drinking fountain by making slurp, slurp sounds. You know several colors pretty well, and you can almost say 'orange'. You love riding in the truck with Daddy, and when you both took a trip to Ikea you didn't stop saying 'tuck' until you hit Oakland. You like to echo the last couple of words of what we're saying, and it's inspired me to start cleaning up my language.
You have been growing impatient with Story time, but you still love to sing along and dance. You are starting to play with other kids, like Talya and Dottie. You have a great time running and laughing with Dottie. Balls are still your favorite - throwing, kicking, trying to catch. If anyone, anywhere has a ball, you want to participate. You want to read stories every night and during potty time. Your favorite books are about Wibbly Pig and Winnie the Pooh, though you still love your dog books. And 'Runaway Bunny' has been a very popular potty pick as well.
Sometimes I wish I could be a better mom - when I'm overly anxious, or short-tempered, or irritable. I know no one is perfect, but I've been more off than usual lately and I wish that you didn't have to be a part of that. I'm going to try to get things back to a more stable place, but I hope you'll forgive me for the mistakes I make.
I do love you. Always. Don't forget that.
~ Your Mommy
