newsletter: month seventeen
You’ve been calling everyone by their name. Well, sort of. All cats are still Aki; but you know (and incessantly say) Martin, Eleanor, Mark, Baba (for babushka, which is accented on the first syllable). When I say “Mark-k-k-k-k,” you dissolve into peals of laughter.
Things you do all by yourself include:
- learning to drink from a big-kid cup (in the bath tub), and use spoons all by yourself (at the table, often followed by the bath tub);
- putting together and taking apart Duplo blocks (a bigger kind of Lego);
- ferrying everything in the apartment from where it was to other places;
- leafing through books;
- laughing to yourself in a vaguely maniacal fashion;
- practicing your diction;
- running around in sprinklers.
Things that you demand be done for you include:
- setting “tops” spinning, including a spare kitchen drain food catcher;
- walking up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down stairs;
- opening doors that have knobs;
- putting on your shoes.
Things that are hard basically boil down to molar teething and big feelings. And hey, it’s understandable to not want blunt objects to poke their way through your quite solid gums. To add insult to injury, you don’t have any molars yet, though that last front tooth finally did make its appearance. Ah well, at least you can have artichokes. They don’t require molars.
Your circadian cycle is much better established now than it was at this time last year, as evidenced by your great confusion when I woke you up at 4am last week so we could go to the river and greet the solstice sun. You were up for it, though, enjoying the weird pre-dawn light and eventually going wheeeeeee! along the river bank.
Your favorite word of the moment is potato (patapatapata).
But all of this is trifles. This is nothing. The big news of the month is that last weekend you went deep into Maine with four grownups and four other kids, and I stayed home.
You had a great time in Maine. While I accomplished all the things on my considerable to-do list and then some, and also had a leisurely date and slept without being demanded for nourishment or comfort, you played and danced and examined pine cones and hung out on the bank of a lake. You are having a summer vacation. It’s so great to see this season through your eyes.
After you got back from Maine, Rio informed me that you love, love it when people sing in the car. Secretly, I already knew this. You’ve even started singing along, to one song for now: “cowwwww.”
And now shhhhh, my darling, keep sleeping while I pack our stuff for tomorrow, brush my teeth, and crawl into bed. For tomorrow is an even fuller day than most.
P.S. Sorry about the night weaning. On the other side of it, we’ll both get more and better sleep. Oh, and more pix.