Unlike your brother, you had a rather boring month. I am guessing that will generally be the case for you in February. Which does not mean that you are a bored, or boring, child. You've been loving the weather. You want to play outside all the time. You like to take walks, and play in the mud, and push the tricycle around. You love to ride in the wagon, and then help me pull the wagon, and then push the wagon while I pull it. The other day I filled up a little bucket of water for you, and you carried it around with one of the scoops, scooping water out onto things in the yard. You bring us various pairs of shoes to put on so that you can go outside and play. Some of them are even your shoes.
One of the reasons that it was a boring month for you was because you missed out on a bunch of the birthday stuff. Corbin went to Carter's birthday party, but you stayed home to take a nap. Then when Carter came over for Corbin's birthday, you napped the whole time he was here. You ate a slice of birthday cake after dinner, instead. You were there when Corbin opened his presents from the family. Grandma gave him a new inner-tube, so the little pink one is now all yours. Now, if only he would get a new big shark and a new Toothless, you'd be all set. We'll see what happens next month, when it's your birthday.
It was Valentine's Day this month. Corbin and I ended up at the grocery store the day before the holiday to buy balloons. We picked one out for you that was heart shaped, with a bear on it. You still wanted to play with Corbin's sometimes. Yours ended up next to your chair at the table, and now you've played with it so much at dinner time that it's kind of sticky.
You still love to dance around with us, and dance by yourself. You've started telling us, "Dance like a robot!" which means you're supposed to wave your arms around mechanically. One day you said that, and then Corbin said, "Dance like Dad!" and did the silliest dance he could think of, which made us all laugh. Sometimes you'll stop dancing and put your head on the floor and stick one leg up in the air. I can't decide if it's because you're dizzy, or because you actually think that's a dance move. Either way, it's quite funny.
You sat on the toilet for the first time this month. Once after dinner, I made the joke that you wanted to get down so that you could go potty. You repeated me, like you usually do, so then I said, "Do you want to sit on the big potty?" You headed over to the bathroom and knocked on the door until I let you in. We took off your diaper and sat you down, but of course you didn't go potty. But since then, sometimes you tell us that you want to sit on the potty.
Speaking of going potty, this month, we had this conversation:
Grandma: Miriam needs her diaper changed.
You, pointing at me: Blue shirt!
Me: Yes, Mama's wearing a blue shirt. What is Miriam wearing?
You: A poopy diaper!
It wouldn't surprise me if you did potty train yourself before you were three, but hopefully not before we use up that box of size four pull-ups in Corbin's closet (even though they have Cars on them).
Love,
Mom
Wearing Dad's Cat in the Hat hat:
"Floating" in the pink inner-tube:
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