E, you are 18 months and 5 days old.
As you come toddling into the bathroom carrying one of your sister’s many pocketboks and your small stuffed Babar doll, you remind me that you so very much want to be a big kid. You imitate your sister. You ask to do “mommy things” that I’m doing.
You recently started asking me to comb your hair when I do that to mine. You want me to spray the same “warm vanilla sugar” body spray on you just like I do on me. You want me to put the Clinique moisturizing lotion on your face, just like I do on mine.
Just this morning you wanted me to comb your hair as I did mine. Then, as you usually do, afterwards, you want to take the comb from me and comb your own hair. and then you want to comb mine. This morning I had to file a fingernail. You wanted in on that personal grooming routine as well. I filed your fingernail and then you wanted to hold the emery board. Everything turns into a tactile experience for you. It is so much fun to see you exploring the world around you, fingering and tasting your way through the day. You are doing such a good job of imitating those around you. of incorporating our movements into your world. You want to be in my shoes and put on my clothes. You are moving away from being so ego-centric and into an awareness that there are others in your world. You are noticing other faces; you want to wear sunglasses, my glasses, to put my glasses on my face.
Your language continues to emerge ever so gradually. GO! you scream from the bed in the middle of the night, indicating that you want us to get up and go play with you. GO! you cry when someone leaves, indicating that you want to be in the car with whomever it is, going wherever they go, just as long as you get to go, too! Packpack, your word for backpack is cute. You still put three syllables in the word “hi” so it comes out “hi-ya-eah.” It is enormously cute, especially when paired with your dancing eyes and wide smile.
I love you baby boy. You are the light of my life.
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