Talk, Talk, Talk
The world is filled with narrations now. Your speaking skills have progressed to the point that you can describe just about anything you see. And you do. All the time. And you still absorb words like crazy. We went to Yellowstone National Park two weeks ago, and there were lots of new things there for you to see. We stayed in a condo that was run much like a hotel, and we were in room 303. While we were there we called Grandma Joan and Grandma Moon a few times, and you just had to tell them we had "the room called free-oh-free". You learned how to find our room by looking at the numbers, and not just knowing where it is in the hall. And while we were in the park, there were all sorts of things for you to narrate. You told stories about the steam and the "smoke" and all the animals, and you mixed it all in with your Thomas the Tank Engine vocabulary and put trains in your stories too.
As you're absorbing language, we're noticing how careful we have to be about what we say now. Your favorite phrase alternates between "Dang it!" and "Darn it all!" I think your mother's to blame for the one, and I'm at fault for the other. Those really aren't so bad, but we're especially glad we don't swear, even if we might want to sometimes. The next step is to increase your exposure to religious terminology. I absolutely LOVE helping you with your prayers and saying something about testimony in it. I have to wait until the end of the prayer though, because I can barely keep from cracking up when you say, "test-a-mommy." I'm probably too irreverent in that, but hey, you're only a kid for so long, and I'll miss these kinds of things when you don't say them anymore.
You are definitely still testing your Mommy, and your Daddy too. You are so defiant about so many things. What to eat, where to eat it, which fork you can use, what you want to drink, and which cup it ought to go in, etc. And you strongly resist getting in the tub at the end of the day, or doing pretty much anything that signals bedtime. But still, when you finally get in bed, you do pretty well at staying there. That's a welcome change from popping out of bed every 2 minutes just because you can.
Well, I have to say you are still quite a challenge, but I suppose that will be true for a very long time. But I love you, lots and lots. I love reading books with you, partly because I'm glad you like reading, and partly because I love that you snuggle up to me. I love your laugh, still. I've never heard anything like it, and it's hilarious. I love taking walks with you, and going to the park with you, and swimming with you, and taking you with me to run errands. You are really a lot of fun.
Love,
Daddy