Not to say it won’t get any better or that it hasn’t been fun to date, but you are such a riot in your current development stage. I don’t know what it is exactly that makes it so amusing for me – I think it’s some combination of you showing some character and you starting to do some real “people” things even though you’re still so small and chubby. I guess everything is always cuter when you’ve got some cheeks, gigantic tummy, and short limbs…basically you’re like a pokemon.
You’re talking up a storm these days, but in your own unique way, which gives us some insight into how your tiny brain processes things or tells us what you’re thinking about. They almost come out like poems.
“Piza. / Flour. / Piza doh. / Sauce. / Cheese. / Wagaga. (bacon) / Aaron. (oven)”
or how about…
“Gate! / Down. / Wait. / Hold on. / Bye bye train. / Hold on.”
You’ve developed such an interest in cooking, books, and puzzles. You’ll spend over an hour just sitting by the spice rack opening up each one, smelling it, and asking to taste it. Naturally you have favorites: sea salt, oregano, mint, rose, olive oil. We also decided to let you try cilantro, something your mother and I both despise. I confess the moment it entered your mouth, I held my breath and secretly hoped you would hate it. My life would be turned upside down if you loved it and you started wanting to add it into your food all the time (it would mean I have to eat your cilantro-flavored leftovers). It’s also common for you to start pulling out the flour and chanting “piza”, which ends up in you and your mother making one.
I can’t believe it has been 19 months already. And despite some of our days starting at 5am, I’m always amazed how quickly it becomes 2pm and then suddenly becomes 8pm. Time is flying, and I suppose it really is because I’m having fun.