Monday, April 18, 2016

Parenthood.20

18.5 months

He's started singing, "Twinkle, twinkle star" (stars are his very favorite shape/the only shape he knows). 

19 months

He's learning prepositions by leaps and bounds--and sometimes mixing them up: he hands me his pants and says, "Up."

It really is fascinating the trial and error involved in classification. For instance, he used to call the small dogs kitties, but now I think he understands that if it's on a leash, even if it looks exactly like a kitty, it's a dog. Or differentiating between horses and donkeys (dondey--hee-haw). He still has no clue about colors. But if you say, What color is your shirt? He will say, boo. Just like all numbers are, "two," all colors are "boo."

We went away for our first little weekend sans baby. When we returned, he looked at us with no emotion. He simply looked at us, as if there were too many emotions and he couldn't sort it out. Or maybe as if he were furious at us for abandoning him and thought we deserved no welcome from him. Or maybe as if he would be just as happy remaining with his grandmother and aunt while his parents roam the big city.

The transition of showering from fact of life to luxury that happened sometime during parenthood is amazing. It wasn't as bad when he was littler and would nap throughout the day. But now that he's in daycare and I have morning duty, I'm not really sure when to fit it in. (Who wants to shower at night?) I was talking with cummings about this and we agreed that at some point you just really stop showering as much, because it's too complicated.


19.5 months

Little Leopards' vocabulary is growing at a ridiculous pace. He loves the book, "Go Dog, Go!" and can tell you that the dogs go up top tree. And the birdies ("ee-ee") stop. He said to his grandfather, "Papa--jump."

It is my dream for him to tell me that he loves me. This morning, I phrased it in the form of a question, "Who do you love?" He thought for a second, got a smile on this face, and pointed at me. Possibly the second sweetest moment of motherhood.

I dug a splinter out of his foot yesterday with tweezers. It gave me flashbacks to my childhood--it seems like I was always getting splinters and my parents and uncles were around me with tweezers and pins sterilized by the gas flame of our stove. My favorite part of adulthood is that you can just leave the splinters in, and they make their way out in their own sweet time.  

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Your Parenthood entries never fail to put a smile on my face!

Miss Self-Important said...

I shower at night, especially when it's hot out during the day. But it's not great for the next day's hair styling efforts.

Anonymous said...

Love your observations...Papa L.