Monthly Newsletter #28

Dear Landon,

We are beginning to see your imagination bloom this month. It is nothing short of truly amazing. You are doing everything from holding two balls together and declaring them a spaceship, to picking imaginary berries and handing them out to people to eat. It’s only a matter of time before you have an imaginary friend. I had three of my own, so I will totally understand.

With the exception of a couple of cold snaps, the weather has been fairly decent, so we’ve made it out to the park a few times this month. The first time, we took the buzz light year glider. You were less than impressed with its flying ability, although true to your imagination, you decided that riding it would be totally awesome.

On our second trip, we flew a kite. When I brought the kite home from the store, your daddy was less than enthusiastic about the idea of flying a kite at all. I had no clue as to why he would have such contempt for kites. He told me that I had to do all kite related shenanigans; he would have nothing to do with it. Kites were stupid and boring.

We got to the park and I put the kite together, and began slowly letting it up into the air. The wind was just about perfect and the kite stayed up beautifully. And your daddy saw how easy it was going and quickly took over. Because that’s what he does, when he doesn’t know how to do something, he stands back and lets you do the first part, but then can’t help himself and takes over. He does it to me when I’m cooking all the time; we’re going to have to keep a close watch on him when you have school projects.

Anyway, back to the kite flying, he started by experimenting with hand movements to see what would happen, and then letting the entire 75 feet of string out to see how high it looked way up there. I won’t mention the fact that he let all the string out, but then had me reel it back in. He said flying a kite was kind of relaxing. You did hold the string for a while, but got bored, because you wanted the kite to come down and go up and come down and go up. I suggested we look for another kite, possibly one of those ones with 2 strings that you can steer. Daddy says he’s not quite ready for that yet, but we did buy him his own kite. So next time, you can both fly them.

As it turns out all the objections were because he didn’t know how to fly a kite. That releasing it slowly into the wind was the way to go, versus running with 20 feet of string and a kite hopping around banging on the ground. He thought by making me the keeping of the kite duties that he had gotten out of running back and forth on the open field for an hour and a half. I’m just glad you didn’t ask the ride the kite.

In other news, when something doesn’t go your way, the offender is “bad, bad.” And you shake your fist at them. I don’t know where you got that particular phrase, because we don’t use it. You have been known to reprimand a bird who dared to come near our stuff on the park bench. It’s funny, and yet, I don’t like you doing it to me, because I dared to make you put on pants.



Things in the not so wonderful developments department include pretend shooting. We had to have a talk about not shooting at people, even pretend shooting. When guns go off on TV, you start talking about bad guys. We have stopped watching inappropriate TV in front of you, and as a result we mostly watch Sprout or Noggin, which kind of sucks for us, but we’ll live.

Also not great, are nightmares, someone asked if you’d had any nightmares yet, I said no and of course, that night you had a nightmare – will people ever stop asking me questions that lead to disasters like this? You’ve only had one since then, but it’s reaffirmed my suspicions about the universe. The same suspicions I had when I was trying to get you to sleep through the night. So, I’m almost 100% positive that if you ever get potty trained, I will then be asked about how it’s going and you will cease to use the potty. I just know it!

Speaking of which, you did poop in the potty for the 2nd time ever. You got a lollipop for your efforts and then the next night when you wanted a lollipop, you sat on the potty and tried as hard as you could to poop, but mostly just farted. And despite your best efforts, you have not pooped in the potty again. I’m still not rushing it. You’ll do it when you’re ready.

All in all, it wasn’t a bad month.

Love,
Mama