12.10.09 :: 8:54 am
A couple days ago you turned 17 months old. And with this came a very real language explosion.
You are such a grownup little boy now, I can't even believe you're the same creature that writhed and screeched, beet-red and squinty-eyed those first few weeks.
Running, exploring, and playing take up most of our days. Now that winter is here, I don't know how I'm going to entertain you since we can't spend a lot of time outdoors.
So yes, obviously you adore fire trucks. Everything in our lives is now fire-truck motif'ed. Toys, jammies, books, pictures, tv shows... it's all got to feature a fire truck or you're not having it.
Can I just tell you, this month you started giving me (and the dog) kisses and I don't know how much more heartbreaking death I can take with you. You've become such a sweet, loving little boy.
Every day you and I go on little adventures; we're like our own private buddy flick. I love that we're friends right now. I love that you light up when you see me and that I can make you laugh.
This month, you are going back to LA with Daddy for a week over Christmas and I will miss you very much but the dog can't go into a kennel anymore.
How strange it will be not to be woken up by your babbling at 6 AM. I almost have no idea what I will do with myself. Almost.
This month you got your first big boy winter coat, and snow boots.
You have become such a big fan of books this month. You can entertain yourself for hours just flipping through pages and talking to yourself about what you see.
Did I mention that second to fire trucks, wheels are your biggest passion? I love that you need to stop by every truck on the street to point out the wheels.
Basically, kid, I can't get enough of you. I could stare at you all day long. Sometimes, I do. And I collapse dead exhausted at night. You take up every waking thought, every possible corner of my mind.
If there is a higher power, you are the most obvious proof of it.
When you lay face down so I can scratch your back...
This crushing, crushing love.
The weight of it all is too much sometimes.
Right now, I can't wait for you to wake up so I can smush my face into your neck.