Dearest Dictator,
You have been my pride and joy for 21 months now. Every morning is a new adventure with you and I never know if that day will be all about airplanes, the park, The Backyardigans, Bob (the Builder), or dogs and cats. You change it up each and every day. There is never a dull moment with you around.
Recently you have become obsessed with gum and mints. You will do anything for a Tic Tac, including remaining quiet in the car and not crying when someone else is taking care of you. You can jump, walk up and down stairs, run backwards and sort shapes like a pro. In the last two months you have learned a few colors, and you really like the color blue. BLOOOOOO! You can also count to six; usually you forget 2, 3, 4 and 5; but you have 1 and 6 down like a pro!
Airplanes fly over our home regularly and each time you hear one you run to a window and get so excited while saying “Dah-dee, Dah-dee!” We recently figured out that Daddy has a picture of an airplane on his ID and you made the association that Daddy and airplanes belong together.
When asking you who does certain chores in the house you always respond with: vacuuming -Dah-dee, dishes – Mama, laundry -Mama. I am amazed that you already understand who does what. Like any typical male you like to do whatever your Dad does – which usually means vacuum, shave and play Guitar Hero. You love rocking out to Guitar Hero with your Dad. In fact if you had your own theme song I am sure it would be Rock You Like a Hurricane; and you do rock us like a teeny tiny little hurricane each and every day.
Recently you have shown signs of getting to that age where your Dad will become the coolest. person. in. your. life. Honestly, I really do not know how to handle this at all. Although I am happy to hand you off to your Dad I still want to be your coolest person ever.
You have such a sense of humor now and you like to play Bubba jokes on your Dad. When Dah-dee asks “whats my name”? you respond Bubba! until he tickles you so much you give in and say Dad-dee. Then you usually run away and once you are out of his reach you say Bubba! again and start laughing your little butt off. I never tire of watching this game; which is a good thing because seriously, it never ends. I also love watching you try to dance along with The Backyardigans videos and you almost have one little dance down pat.
Mama and Dah-dee are head over heels in love with you little dude. You rock our world.
Love you more than chocolate;
Mama
P.S.
Sitting in the car does not entitle you to mints or gum. OK?
Hi, read your post on Swistle. the part where you said on becoming parents:
“I had NO IDEA that I would love my son so much that my heart hurts to think of him and his sweetness brings me to tears.”
I so totally get that. i look at my six yr old who is a little bitty guy and his brown eyes get so big at the mere mention that he is going to be special person at school tomorrow and his voice is so sweet, i wish i could BOTTLE it and sell it, i’d be a BILLIONAIRE.
it is priceless though and i so hear you. i mean they get so excited over n’thing. it’s awesome. although he did ask me today when the heck he’s getting married and that it takes to long to find someone. he loves girls. and talks about having kids and being a grandpa. whew.
eh, love the old picture. what were you thinking. i had glasses like that. blame the parents, for sure, they should’ve known better. Take care.
and v. sweet letter to your son.