I could choose to focus this past month’s letter on how, yet again, we found ourselves in a difficult transition with you, Dean. Your teeth are STILL coming in (and probably will be for a while) so understandably that’s been making you grouchy. But on top of that, you poor dear, you were sick (again), requiring a third round of antibiotics to clear up whatever pox decided to set up camp in your lungs (and our house) for the past eight weeks.
But let’s not let those memories take away from the bright spots of this month, because there were some great ones to get us through. How about our first time taking you to the Children’s Museum here in town and you LOVING it? Oh my stars, it was the cutest thing. From the moment we entered the place to the moment we left 90 minutes later, you were just enthralled with everything in front of you, wanting to touch and explore and take off away from us. It makes us so excited because we live so close to so many more places like this where we can let your imagination roam. These are the moments we look forward to in the highlight reel of being your parent.
You are SO close to walking these days, taking tentative steps away from us, starting to stand up on your own. [Update: You are NAILING this now; I wrote this late last week and over the weekend, you WALKED!] I know we’re thisclose to the real deal, so maybe that will be your Christmas present to us. We already have to keep a constant eye on you as you navigate your way around the house on your hands, knees, and balancing along walls and ledges, so we’ll see where your two feet will take you!
You’re babbling a lot too, and have mastered the art of the “Uh oh.” Whenever you drop something, those two adorable little syllables are usually not far behind (and can I just tell you that when your child starts using words properly in context, it BLOWS YOUR MIND AS A PARENT? Because truly, it does.)
But maybe my favorite memory of this month is my favorite because it’s the silliest. Your dad and I have been trying to find ways to make the dinner hour more fun for you. You haven’t been loving your highchair lately, so we’ve been trying to distract you from this fact in any way we can. Enter music. We always have the radio on during dinner, but as of late, it’s been Big Hair Band Sing-a-longs with you (your mom does a mean version of Bon Jovi’s “Living on a Prayer”) and your dad has decided that our family is in a band. Our name? Strainer Head. (Which is convenient since we have three strainers in the house so we all have one to wear as we sing and dance around the kitchen.)
(Your father wouldn’t let me post photos of him as lead singer, but trust me, you love this routine, I love this routine, and whenever I need a giggle, all I have to do is picture him with this strainer on his head and the job is done.) Dean, it’s moments like these that I hope someday will stick out in your mind, too. Because while we may do silly things as your parents, things that when you’re old enough will probably embarrass you, we will always, always do them in the name of love.