Bebe update: Twenty months


I’m starting to lose count of how many months you are. We’re pretty close to the end of the month-by-month thing. I’m very ready for a two-year-old you but but there are a few things I’m not ready to let you grow out of yet…

The face you make when you do ‘foo’ on hot dishes…

The baby fat that’s already melting away from your thighs…

Your tiny starting-out voice, which is beginning to take shape and sound…

You’re developing your own sense of humor. That’s something I can always be proud of, from your first laugh to the times you make me laugh, a daily basis now. Even your showman brother laughs at your brand of jokes, and tries your material out.

You’re delicate and sensitive and cuddly and you don’t let people coffee tables push you around.

“Nu nu nu!” And serves Koala right, he got soap in your eyes (though you have to admit, you love the tender way he washes your hair in the bath; and he’s the only one you’ll let do it).

One day you’ll find out the same month you fell in love with Elmo was the same month Elmo… well… never mind, but I love the way you squeal when you see the muppet suddenly appear outta nowhere on your ‘socks!’ or ‘pajamas!’ More than that, I love the way every item of clothing is ‘pajamas!’ (with a shock-surprise !).

You’re really kinda musical, B. I wonder if that’ll carry though. Your teachers were so sad when I had to pull you out of gan early one day to get your broken tooth checked out (yes, that happened, my beloved second child). You had been in the middle of a music/dance session and you looked almost as delighted to see me as you were to be holding an instrument.

I just wonder… if it’ll take a post-Hanukah miracle… to get you weaned off the dance parties you start when you play that menora toy that sings ‘Dreidal Dreidal.’





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