Dear Landon,
This month you discovered that you and Noah are not the only babies in the world. You met your new cousin, you stared at her in disbelief. She’s so small. You fretted over her and gave Uncle Austin a dirty look when you thought he made her cry. You met one of her friends, who is about a month older than you, and she ran all over the room and you bit her butt. Or maybe you were trying to give her a zerbert or kiss. We’ll never know. But you most definitely liked her. There was much screaming for joy. And “yea!” clapping.
You’ve begun cruising with some regularity. I set you down on the floor and you rarely stay there, it’s off to find something to pull up on. Standing is the way of the future. Also, baby proofing is apparently the way of the future as well. Someone we know has a cabinet fetish and has some strong pull towards the pantry when it’s open.
You still have an aversion to most of the toys we present to you, instead favoring things like a broom handle, or dog toy, or a plastic cup, or the dogs’ water bowl. The dogs have been kind thus far, allowing you to play with their stuff, although they don’t seem to understand why they get yelled at for playing with your stuff. Their interest in where you are and what you're doing and that they come poke their noses in your face makes you giggle almost uncontrollably. Scarlett even brings you a rope occasionally thinking you might throw it for her. And you don’t, but one day you will, she’s sure of it.
With my new job and Daddy picking you up everyday, and having given one of your car seats to your cousin, we have switched car seats around and bought new ones, I used to take you in with the carrier and now in the mornings I have to carry you into Linda’s and hand you to her. For the first week you were terribly upset. Every time I handed you to her, but you seem to have realized it’s the same process, just different a mode of transportation.
Love,
Mom
This month you discovered that you and Noah are not the only babies in the world. You met your new cousin, you stared at her in disbelief. She’s so small. You fretted over her and gave Uncle Austin a dirty look when you thought he made her cry. You met one of her friends, who is about a month older than you, and she ran all over the room and you bit her butt. Or maybe you were trying to give her a zerbert or kiss. We’ll never know. But you most definitely liked her. There was much screaming for joy. And “yea!” clapping.
You’ve begun cruising with some regularity. I set you down on the floor and you rarely stay there, it’s off to find something to pull up on. Standing is the way of the future. Also, baby proofing is apparently the way of the future as well. Someone we know has a cabinet fetish and has some strong pull towards the pantry when it’s open.
You still have an aversion to most of the toys we present to you, instead favoring things like a broom handle, or dog toy, or a plastic cup, or the dogs’ water bowl. The dogs have been kind thus far, allowing you to play with their stuff, although they don’t seem to understand why they get yelled at for playing with your stuff. Their interest in where you are and what you're doing and that they come poke their noses in your face makes you giggle almost uncontrollably. Scarlett even brings you a rope occasionally thinking you might throw it for her. And you don’t, but one day you will, she’s sure of it.
With my new job and Daddy picking you up everyday, and having given one of your car seats to your cousin, we have switched car seats around and bought new ones, I used to take you in with the carrier and now in the mornings I have to carry you into Linda’s and hand you to her. For the first week you were terribly upset. Every time I handed you to her, but you seem to have realized it’s the same process, just different a mode of transportation.
Love,
Mom
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