Letters To Jack 21 Months

 

 

Sweet Baby Jack,

 And then you were 21 months old in a blink of the eye.  You had an exciting month of June spending a few weeks in Nashville with Nonni, Papa, Uncle Ben, and Auntie Mo while mommy and daddy gallivanted around Europe.  You gave everyone a run for their money and proved that you were ready to go at all times. 

 

 

You were spoiled rotten for two whole weeks and between that trip and vacation with mom and dad over the 4^th of July.   It was so hard being away from you and the greeting you gave us when we got home was amazing.  I think we got more hugs and kisses from you in a span of ten minutes then we do in a week.  It baffles me how you are growing like a weed.  I literally believe you grew two inches while we were away. 

You continue to amaze us everyday with the new things you do.  You have taken a new liking to drumming, your kitchen set (actually making food), loading the dishwasher, and are obsessed with applesauce, trains, and Finding Nemo.  You are a little grubber and the second you wake up in the morning you walk down to the pantry to get something eat, and when you get home you make a bee line for it.  You will eat anything, from anyone, at any time.  Yet you are a little string bean that still fits into 12-18 month short with room to still grow. 

One moment that made me tear up this month was when I actually put your mini comforter and duvet over you to cover you up one night.  Your entire life this little comforter has been on the end of your crib as it was too puffy to put in with you.  But now you are a big boy and move around so much you just toss blankets off of you and we decided to give the comforter a whirl so you could move underneath it instead.  It worked, and now you seem to be warm and more comfortable not wrapped in small blankets.    I am just waiting for you to jump out of your crib any second, with how you have been jumping around in there.

 

You have also started making “silly” faces.  You are quite the ham and just crack us up when you start going off on silly face tangents.   You crack yourself up as well as you go into fits of laughter when you see our reaction.  Your teachers have said you continue to jabber away and you are staying to say mini sentences  with our direction.  We have been working on you’re a, b, c’ and counting.  You also have become very good at singing Row, Row, Row Your Boat. 

 

Your relationship with Palin continues to evolve.  The two of you enjoy hiding under the table together, eating each others food, and running around in circles. 

 

 You did although have your first fight with Palin this month.  While it didn’t phase Ms. P you were awfully upset when she snatched the tennis ball out of your hand and would not give it back.  Speaking of balls you call any ball no matter the size a basketball.  You pronounce the word basketball better then any other word in your vocabulary.  We finally got you to say soccer ball but for the sake of saying something everything else will remain a basketball for the time being. 

 

You are definitely a lefty.  Hands down you are.  While I sometimes think you are still stronger with a utensil in your right hand your left handed throw is amazing.  I need to watch closer to see which leg you kick with next time we are playing together.  While I am happy you are a lefty because I am,  I do have a little concern over your fathers ability to teach golf to a lefty being a right handed player himself.  While we have a few years to worry about that.  I want you to know I am already thinking of this.  Today your teacher said you were the best thrower and kicker in your class.  Our little athlete.

 Lots of exciting stuff on the horizon in the coming months! We love you baby boy