Dear Reese,
I sleep over eight hours last night and feel unjustly tired for much of the day. We have full, full days on the weekends — good ones, but I now understand why my mom falls asleep while reading and watching shows at night. I often feel my eyes drifting closed well before my expected lights out.
You demonstrate your walking confidence all over Fish Creek this morning and then again at Aunt Jenn’s this afternoon, where you chase around her cat, Naki. I feel like a toddler mom when I have to stop you from crawling up the stairs or going after Frankincense ashes a dozen times. You’re getting quite fast.
We have a lasagna dinner at the cottage with the whole gang from New York. You are both fascinated and unsure again amid the extra noise and attention. Next year, you’ll probably be running after them.
You have started signing ‘more’ all the time, though sometimes it is not evident what you want more of. You sign it on the swing, so I push you higher, and that seems to satisfy you. You also do your typical whining to get Cappi to pick you up, and when I tell you that you don’t have to whine and ask calmly, you sign “please”. I tell Cappi to immediately pick you up.
Since you’re ready to communicate more, I break out the baby sign language flashcards this morning and pick a few out for us to learn. The “Shoes”, “Plane”, “Baby” and “Cow” cards are on the coffee table.
We stay at the cottage long enough for you to have a few sugary bites of cousin Chris’s birthday cake, though you’re already rubbing your eyes. I am not the only one spent.
Love,
Mama