Dear 18 Month Old T3
3,042 diapers
6,005 bottles
700 baths
156 bananas
20 gallons of apple juice
a few full night’s sleep
92 temper tantrums
1 trip to the ER
100,000 kisses
and unlimited love
That’s how we’ve spent the past amazing 18 months.
I watched you grow from my precious little baby,
into my sweet little boy.
You like to do big boy things now.
And like all big boys do, you have a mind of your own.
Case in point:
You've always liked food–until recently. Now you spit out anything you don't like the texture or taste of. I might have cried out of frustration, but a little part of me was excited you have a mind of your own.
In fact, I cry at all your “little moments (good or bad)”. The other day I walked in on you "reading a book" all by yourself! And I shed the first of many proud Momma tears.
You have selective hearing.
For example, “get out of the kitchen cabinet” means nothing to you, but
“let's go bye-bye” has you at the door ready to buckle
yourself into the car seat.
You still drink a bottle…only at night time.
Sometimes when we go to the park, I just take a step back and I watch you…like really get a good look at you…try
to get into that little head of yours and see the world through your
eyes. And in these moments, I admire your fascination with the all the little things this world has to offer–all the things in this world that you are witnessing for the first time. And then it’s like I am seeing the world for the first time all over again.
I get giddy when I see your wheels begin to turn as you learn something new. And you are always so eager to learn to learn new things, so long as it’s not Momma trying to force you to learn them.
You do things in your own way and in your own time, and I am learning to be okay with this.
In 18 short months, you have changed my world,
and I am so proud of the little boy you are becoming!
I love you Pumpkin!
Your Momma
