lucky thirteen!
this month you are a major stander. you are standing so hard that you do creative things with your hands just to prove you don't need them. such as... finding granola bar wrappers and stuffing them down your shirt, waving at yourself, twirling you hair, throwing gang signs, and voting for democrats. where does your knowledge end?
this month we visited the easter bunny at the mall. last year i told you that easter sunday is the easter bunny's birthday... but this year you are getting baptized (and your nana is reading this) so i reminded you that JESUS IS RISEN (and i may have told you that the easter bunny at the mall was in fact a huge giant magical cheerio beef kitty cat) and that is why you loved the bunny so dearly. hmm. either way, you had a major blast and you definitely love bunnies more than santas. but really, you love both risen and birthed jesus. amen.
you are famous. ok... you are famous in chatsworth. the head daycare lady was saying that you are a selling point for the center and everytime she takes a potential daycare mom on a tour you smile and wave and giggle and yell out that they feed you caviar and wipe your butt with gold. i propose that they pay me to LET you hang out there and promote their establishment. you are so much better than them. just yesterday i saw some kid CRAWLING around that joint. uh, HELLO!? you can totally STAND. crawling is so daycare circa 2007.
back to the easter bunny... i found something that i definitely need to teach you about soon - empathy. like i said, you had goodtimes with the rabbit. the kid getting his picture taken after you... he did not. apparently, this is funny. this month i learned that when you are one year old there is nothing funnier than a two year old who thinks the easter bunny is going to murder him. this kid was LOSING his shit. he was completely hysterical, arched back, kicking legs, buckets of tears streaming down his red face... and there you were... LAUGHING LIKE A CRAZY PERSON. the mall security almost arrested you for "felonly insensitivity". be careful. mama is all out of bail money... chardonnay is like $9 a glass at the food court.
last month i wrote about your new skill - waving. you had it DOWN PAT. major waver girl. then at some point over the last few weeks you realized you were doing it wrong. everyone is waving at YOU. so you turned your chubby little hand around and started waving at you too. it makes perfect sense. you can also clap without actually making a clapping sound, play peekaboo with the cover of people magazine (prior to eating it), and best of all - you finally say "MAMA". you have no idea what it means, but i'll take it. there are a bunch of words i use that i have no idea what they mean. like "frugal" and "long division".
finally. we bonded. i know it seems stupid to be all like "hello i just bonded with my 13 month old...". WHATEVER. when you were born you were so tiny and fragile - there was no bonding. then you got all acid refluxy and you hated everything... no bonding. then you were all like "hello! my reflux is under control and i am so the boss of everyone, including you!"... we didn't really bond. but then, last week, i was picking you up from your dad's house. i was sitting on the floor and you crawled over to me, climbed up onto my lap, wrapped your chubby arms around me tight and laid your head on my chest. in that silly little moment, i wasnt just the lady who feeds you - or the girl who doesn't gag when you poop - or the chick who you prefer over strangers - i was your MAMA. the lady who always has, always does, and always will love everything about you. i was the person who you knew would hug you back and rest my head on yours. ever since then, we've changed. we hug harder, we look longer and we know each other better. we're a team.
loving you even more than i did last season,
-your coach (mama)
No comments:
Post a Comment