Or should I say:
Which is how you say your name, while eagerly pointing at yourself. You say lots of things now. “Purpoo” for purple and “mowwwww” for meow. You know all of your body parts and how to correctly point to them on other people (where’s your belly? where’s Mommy’s belly?). You know how to ask for milk, for your blankie, for your paci and much more.
You are oddly obsessed with reading books. You like to carry them around the house, to bed, to the bathroom when it’s time to brush your teeth. You’re a reader for sure.
And while your appetite remains very strong and healthy, you’ve become a bit more picky about what you eat — green beans got spit out the other day — and in what order. You like to deconstruct your plate and move things away from each other, then eat all of one thing before moving on.
You like a lot of things but you’re also establishing some dislikes. You don’t like bath or shower time as much as you used to. You don’t like sitting down long enough for me to tie your shoes. You don’t like the changing table AT ALL. And you don’t like giving kisses. You’ll do it reluctantly, which makes those opportunities even more special, but you definitely hold out.
Hugs, you give freely.
School is still going well, and I even had the chance to join you for a Mother’s Day breakfast. It was eye-opening and a lot of fun to see how well you can climb things and play with your friends. I don’t think I realized how much some of your skills have developed, and that was bittersweet (it’s hard not being with you all day, kid!).
You started swim safety lessons this week and so far, you’re a little mermaid. There’s some hesitation but once you’re kicking and splashing, you’re a happy girl!
You climb everything. You love sitting in our laps. You love chasing the kitty (he doesn’t love it so much) and you’ve even started to get pretty good at playacting — like serving us tea from your toy teaset, or moving your stuffed snake toy around the room while saying “hissssssssss.”
We love every moment with you — even the ones that challenge us! — and I know I am so lucky to be your mom.
P.S. I know your hair is crazy long but I can’t bring myself to cut it.