Once a month we – er …me, myself and I – take a break from the regular writing scene, and highlight the Little Man’s life with The Canon Chronicles. Enjoy!
Now Baby, here’s the deal: you have got to stop growing! According to the wide, wide world of the internet, you’re apparently going to be a TODDLER in just one month – and toddlers …well they toddle, and write on bedroom walls with Sharpie and string toilet paper from one end of the house to the other – and weren’t you just lying prostrate on the ground, practically motionless, like yesterday? (Actually, being motionless was never really your strong suit, you squirmy little motion-activated human sensor, you).
But as per that absolute awe that is you, you’re still – and always – our little campfire. I’d tickle you forever just to hear that delightful giggle of yours. I love that you and Daddy have begun to have wee little mini wrestling matches on the couch – and speaking of Daddy, you just can’t get enough of him. As of late, you’ve been reaching for your dad like nobody’s business, and as one wise friend told me, don’t take it personally. It’ll happen. Both ways. So instead I cheer internally and inhale my Girl Scout Thin Mint creamer-infused coffee* for just a second longer …because I can. And because Daddy’s the one chasing your crawling bum around the living room and dining room and kitchen respectively.
You could spend all day pushing your little crocodile walker up and down the hallways, and it always makes me giggle, because you’re just pure business. Don’t mind me! Just heading to the office, Mom! You love the swing at the park, and being outdoors almost seems to put a trance on you. All. That. Green. You have this fantastic pelvic-thrusting dance move that you love to pull out anytime, anywhere – from Whole Foods to church to our own kitchen table, you’re dancing, dancing, dancing. You keep it real and you bring on the holy laughter, that’s for sure!
You pull yourself up on each piece of furniture and you survey the scene by walking around it, over and over again – and our hopes of an adult-friendly living room are slowly being replaced by the realization that cast iron coffee tables are not so forgiving on malleable heads. We even succumbed to christening the living room with a pack-n-play, and thus providing a half hour of containment mostly for Mama’s sanity’s sake.
But what can I say? You are light, pure light. We love you, Little Man, and we can’t wait to let you eat cake in just a month’s time!
What do you love about your kid, your dog, your goldfish? What in life is providing you with ultimate light and joy?
*Coffee-Mate really didn’t pay me to advertise their product – it’s just that dreamy.0