You’re 18 months-old today.
Here’s an update of the past month.
“Don’t eat off the floor, please,” Mommy said. “The dog licks there.”
And you rode rides.
The new doctor says he’s heard the word “lethargic” thousands of times, but our description of you was one of the few times he’s heard it correctly.
It was a just a cold and a little fever.
You pooped 10 minutes after I put a clean diaper on you. And 12 minutes after I got you out of the bathtub.
Sometimes you point and smile and I point and smile back. Other times, I point and smile, and you point and smile back. You fill Mommy and Daddy with love, because your little heart is overflowing with love.
You also love lo mein.
You like to help daddy clean the pool.
Our first trip to Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden and the butterflies.
Dropping you off at daycare was really hard.
You walked in by yourself just fine until we got to the door of the room, and then you started crying. All the other kids were sitting around eating pears. You cried and went to one of the attendants, which is good. So I left.
I blew you a kiss and that didn’t help at all. Your crying face is etched into daddy’s soul.
I took your lunch to the kitchen went back and looked in the window. You were sitting at the table with pears in front of you, crying. You were so sad. They said this happens on Mondays.
Your first corn on the cob.
Evidently, when I say, “let’s get you dressed,” you hear, “run away from Daddy as fast as you can.”
You have had congestion and a runny nose for a few weeks. This morning, you suddenly got blotches. Red blotches larger than a quarter all over your body.
As Daddy writes this, you and Mommy are at the doctor to see what’s going on.