Wednesday, January 11, 2012

29 months! Letter to almost 2 1/2 year old Nate

My dear sweet bug, 

You are almost 2 1/2 already! I don't know that anything earth shattering has happened over the last month, but I definitely see your personality really forming - or coming out, or magnifying ...or however you might phrase it - and I just love it. You've make me laugh for quite some time, but until recently it's been more because you're little and cute. But recently you make me laugh in a whole new way. You crack me up because you are genuinely funny. You've started talking in weird voices, designed to elicit laughter. I find you hilarious. And I am totally unbiased here.

But you're also still funny in a little kid kind of way too. Like when you grab a chair from the living room and drag it all the way into your bedroom so that you can stand on it and attempt to touch the new finger pinching protector I have installed on the door out of your reach. (I know it's an attractive nuisance. It's a panda, after all. That's not very fair of me to buy a panda, stick it on your door and tell you not to touch it.)  And when I go to preempt this maneuver and tell you not to stand on the chair, you just flippantly tell me, "Don't worry, Mommy." Because you clearly have the whole standing on a chair thing under control and I don't need to bother worrying about you. Something tells me I will be hearing that phrase quite a bit as you grow older. DON'T WORRY, MOM! And when I insist that you refrain from standing on the chair, you just point your little finger at me - in the way that you do now - and say, "Just go work, Mommy."  And leave me alone, you're thinking. Wow, Nate. Just go work, huh? You may be the most persistent kid I have ever met, but luckily I am the queen of stubborn. (Or so other people tell me, anyway.) 

Since you are two, you are testing limits big time. I am sure that your persistent nature will serve you well as you mature, but right now it just gets you a lot of time outs.  You seem intent on throwing things that aren't meant to be thrown and mistreating the dog. You are fully aware that these things are not acceptable, and you know there will be consequences for your actions, but you insist on doing them anyway. Perhaps it's a matter of impulse control. Good thing you're so cute.

Crazy child with a knife

There are so many things I love about you. I am obsessed with your passion for music. It's no secret you get this from Daddy, and I love this about you both.  You have shown quite an interest in bands like U2 and the Smiths (Morrissey) for awhile, but this undoubtedly is because you hear them a lot around the house. The first music that you got into on your own was Foster the People. You heard their song on the radio a couple of times, and like always, asked me who the band was. Then you kept asking to hear it around the house, so I had to pull it up on Spotify five times a day. Luckily Santa gave it to you for Christmas, so I can stop getting out the laptop when you want to hear your beloved band. The only challenging thing about your love for music is that you insist on actually listening to the words of songs. Not cool, Nate. Especially when your favorite song is about a homicidal teen. Good thing you still don't know what a "gun" is yet.

Playing our favorite "matching" game from Lakeshore Learning

Your love of music also extends to a love of dancing, and I can never get enough of that...whether it's dancing with you or just watching you. Today you probably spent a good half an hour making up songs that were clearly in an alien language while you danced around to them. Your imagination is really exploding lately.  You've loved playing with little animals and figurines for quite some time, but for the first time ever, you started making them "speak" and the little people were having conversations with each other. It was really adorable. Just like you.

I love you more than tongue can tell. 

~ Mommy
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