25 Months

Smushy face,

This last month has past in a blur of snowstorms.  The news casters called it February Furry.  I swear it was like we had never seen snow before how they made such a fuss about it.  You and I, however, called it February Fantasmagorium!!  I bundled you up more times then I could count in your snow suit, mittens, hat, and boots.  (You call your pants "worker man pants") You resembled that little boy in The Christmas Story, barely able to walk.  We have acquired 4 baby shovels, one normal sized shovel, one broom labeled for car snow removal, and about 12 ice scrapers.  I would pick up the normal shovel and you a baby shovel and just as I got momentum you would want to switch.  Because of course, anything that I am doing is WAY more useful and/or fun than what you are doing.  So, we would switch and I would have to continue shoveling with something equatable to a oversized soup spoon made out of plastic, which lifts maybe an inch of snow.  I would come to my senses and reach for the broom just at the moment that YOU would want to use the broom.  Which sometimes works out and you can actually be helpful and other times I would just get hit various times with the broom handle.  Usually, I would give up on the driveway and go for building a snowman instead.  You are really good at snowmen and throwing snowballs and drinking all your hot chocolate when we get inside.

You are officially signed up for Pre-school come September.  Let the school years begin!!  You are going Mon, Wed, Fri from 9-12.  It might seem a little early to be thinking about pre-school but trust me these things fill up so fast.  I visited 3 schools and two of them wanted deposits immediately because they only had two spots left.  I would have enrolled you right this moment if I could.  You are SOOO ready for school.  You barely notice that I am at your Y class anymore.  Sometimes I actually think you don't want me there.  Last week, you picked up your snack and brought it over to the other table to sit without me.  I'll admit, I was upset but also proud of your budding independence.  I brought you to St. Johns (which happens from time to time.  You are really at home there.) so I could get some work done and walked you through the nursery school hallway on a poor judgement route.  You immediately started yelling "Go play with the kids!  Momma, come on.  Play with the kids."  Even being so bold to walk down the hallway and into a 3 year old room while I had my back turned.  You would have stayed if they let you.  You are just sooooo ready.

I have begun to teach you things. Well, I'm always teaching you things but now its things that can be on flash cards like numbers, shapes, colors, letters.  You have got circle, triangle, and rectangle down.  Every time you get one right we high five but now you expect a high five even if you get them wrong.  I correct you.  You repeat it and then we high five.  You had your Dad all bent out of shape thinking you might be color blind.  (As soon as I told Dadda about your slight color confusion, he thought your potential career as a pilot was OVER.  Ohhhhh sooooo over.  What are we going to do?!?!?  Like your possible color blindness was akin to you contracting a flesh eating bacteria.)  You are really good with your colors except blue and yellow.  You would always get blue right but yellow was also blue.  I thought for a while that you just couldn't pronounce yellow.  But I would keep on correcting you.  "No, silly, that's yellow." You can say stabilizer legs and pistachio but not yellow.  It was weird.  Then it just clicked.  I asked you and you responded with "Blue.  No, no wellwoah."  We high fived and from then on yellow was wellwoah.  I am so glad we got that straightened out because you seriously raised your fathers blood pressure.

Speaking of Dadda, its his birthday today.  He is older then the dinosaurs.  (Haha, just kidding...)  I was trying to get you to say Happy Birthday Dadda and your response was "No!  Me!"  Then you proceeded to sing Happy Birthday Wyatt or Happy Birthday to me.  I guess I really nailed that birthday thing into your head.  You also love to sing Twinkle Twinkle and know almost all the words.  You still get hung up on the diamond part.  You can also sing The Wheels on the Bus and the opening song to the Wonder Pets.  I keep on trying to teach you other songs but I keep forgetting them.  Literally, I forgot the EIEIO part of Old McDonald the other day.  It stumped me for a good few hours.  Who does that?  Mary keeps on trying to force a kiddie CD on me but I REFUSE!!  You have already taken over my TV and my laptop with a Bob the Builder game.  The car stereo is sacred.  I am convinced that most accidents occur while listening to kiddie CD's.  I am a huge pushover but I am not budging on this one.

Every time you fall, I am there to kiss your boo-boos.  Sometimes you fall on your knees and you tell me to kiss the boo-boo on your head and I'll kiss there too.  The other night when we were cuddled in bed you found the birthmark on my collarbone.  Your face got all sad and you whispered "Ohh Momma has a boo-boo."  You squirmed yourself over and kissed my boo-boo.  Then wrapped your arms around my neck and said "Love you so much Momma."  I couldn't help myself from letting one tear escape from my eye.  Yes, my love, I love you so much too.

I love you everyday.
Momma