Well I have been at the day job for just over a month now, and it has indeed changed things quite a bit. I see you a lot more regularly, even though it has also meant that I don't get to get long stretches of time in a row with you any more. One thing that drives me nuts is that you still don't quite have the schedule down, so you ask me every day (no matter whether I have been working or if I am off) and ask me 'You don't have to work tomorrow?'. It would be nice if I could say that I don't as often as I used to be able to. But it has made things a little more normal feeling. You and I play every night when I get home, and at least now you don't have to wonder where I am at night or why I am sleeping all day when you want me to get up and spend time with you.
So what's new? Your mom got you signed up for gymnastics, beginning next week. I can't imagine that your excitement level will ever approach that of your Mom and I, but it's kind of close. We are just excited to see you get into something that will let you utilize the boundless energy reserves you have. Have I mentioned in these letters yet that you haven't been a regular napper since you were about 6 months old, maybe even younger? So we are going to try to get you into stuff that accommodates you, and gives you some focus.
We have been finally getting around to talking to you about potty training. We haven't really started pushing you yet, because honestly, we aren't going to be the real 'pushy' kind of parents. You don't want to use the toilet yet? No big deal, you will eventually. But it's one of those things that's out there now, so we'll see how it goes.
You have decided that your Mom is your all-time best friend again. There was a period over this past summer that you spent being really mad at her, we think because she was working a few days a week while I was off with you. Now that she is back at home with you all the time again, you seem to have forgotten why you were angry and now she can't leave the house without you attached to her. Its awesome for your Mom, but not so great for me. I had been hoping to start spending Saturdays just the two of us, but when I tried to take you out with me this morning, you went nuts demanding that Mommy come with us. So we got in a little family time, and it was still fun. But it wasn't what I had been going for.
You have seemed to calm down a bit lately too, thankfully. There have been fewer of your crazy throwing things tantrums as there were in recent months. But you have now picked up the fun little habit of spitting in the most inappropriate places. On our couch, in a restaurant, on us. Not sure what that is about, but its a weird one. But I guess if that's the worst thing you're doing, we should count ourselves lucky.
You are going to get to go over to a house belonging to a friend of mine with your Mom and I tomorrow, and that should be interesting. They have two little girls close to your age, but they are French and don't speak much English as far I know. Be neat to see how you handle that one, not having ever heard a French word in your whole life up til now.
And you like to be scared now. You will ask us to rewind any even mildly tense part of a movie or show that you are watching just so you can delight in squealing in fear and running over to one of us for support. And just so you know, I am not talking about anything actually scary; maybe its the part of an episode of Franklin where the little turtle learns to confront his fears of his cellar. Things like that.
Anyway, not much else to tell you I guess. Life is great with you, even when you are trying the last vestiges of my admittedly thin patience. I love how sweet and polite you are, and I love the little baby voice you have taken to use when you are feeling shy or insecure.
Talk to you next month,