Neurosa

22 Months Old

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

The “terrible two’s” are just are just around the corner, and I’ll be damned if we haven’t noticed. The highs are even higher, the lows.. well, lets just say you have a knack for driving us mad - with love and a whole lot of frustration. One could argue there is a direct correlation between how madly we love you, and how mad you drive us.

You still aren’t talking as much as babbling nonsense, with a couple of real words thrown in for good measure. Sometimes I swear I hear a word, like “book” or “mor*“, but so far nothing sticks for too long. I’m eager for you to start talking, any day now, but I also realize that you will need more time to get it all in, and not just because you’re learning three languages, but because I’ve been less than good about narrating our days for you, the way I know you’re supposed to. I’ve been trying to step up my game a lot lately, and we’re making progress, so that’s good.

*Mor is danish for Mum

You are just as obsessed with animals as ever, but you are also finally showing an interest in stuffed animals. I’ve been hoping you’d pick something to be your lovey, but even though you now cuddle the occasional teddy bear they don’t compete with Negrita, who is your preferred victim of the three cats - if only because she is the only one not to bolt in the opposite direction when she hears you coming.

I must say, of all the things that are changing about you, I find your night time doziness the most hilarious. The other night I heard a thud in the darkness, and then nothing. My instincts kicked in and I got up to investigate. You had fallen face first onto the floor, your fall softened by spare blankets strewn around the bed, and you didn’t even wake up when I picked your lifeless body up and placed it back in bed. As a baby you’d wake from any little squeak the bed made, and now this..