Dear Reese,
You are tired today, despite being fever-free. Possibly teething. But then I kiss your cheek this afternoon and ask you to kiss mine, and you do. I melt.
You have gotten proficient at signing that you want to eat. Putting your hand to your mouth and, when nearby, standing at the base of your chair at the table.
All day you sign at me. We must have had five snacks in between meals. I wonder aloud if you’ve always been this hungry, or if the ability to communicate more clearly has just led you to graze all day instead of filling up at mealtime.
Either way, it’s a gift to know what you want.
Love,
Mama