You really turned it up a notch this month, kid. Seriously. Look at you.
The other day you were playing around in the living room with your Daddy and all of a sudden you stiffened up and moved your arms slightly and said, "I'm . A. Ro. Bot." That was a moment that I hope I never forget because it was like we had been waiting for you to do something like that without really knowing it. It was like you learned to ride a bike or something. We were practically jumping up and down. Yes, we are that lame. As I'm sure you know.
Since then there have been a few times that you've put up a fight going to bed and you pulled that out of your bag of tricks. You stood up on the bed and did your "I'm a robot" thing and then I'm laughing and you know what that means. That means Zoe takes the lead. Another good one you have in your bag is to be nursing all quietly and peacefully and suddenly put your hand up and go, "High five!"
I think September 09 might go down in history as the month you learned to accessorize. You started wearing hats. All the time. And Band-Aids. All the time. And your "pack pack".
And then...there are the things you say.
"Hold ya" - you say this when you want me to pick you up or if you want me to carry your baby. It's adorable.
We put up our Halloween paintings and one of them is a grave that says "RIP Here Lies Seymour Butts" and you look at it and say "MORE. BUTTS!"
When we tickle your belly and point to your belly button we say "Belly But-tau" like we're French. Don't ask. But, you have adapted this to "Beh Ta Tau!" It almost makes me want to get a French AuPair so we can hear you say more things that sound French. That would be the kind of "going to extremes" thing that made me a bit of a legend in my twenties. But that is neither here nor there.
As always, you are nothing but a pure delight, my little love. Every day is more fun than the last though I never think it's going to be possible.
I sure love you, rascal face.
Mama
