Mommy is very late again. Son, this has been a very long and exhausting month. First, the entire family had one form or another of a nasty stomach virus. You and Daddy had it the worst. You were the first to go down and when you would vomit, you say, "I spit it out." Poor little guy. Then we had a week or so of decent health when croup came on like a freight train. After an exhausting night of trying to decide whether or not to take you to the hospital, my gut kicked in and I drove your sweet, gasping little self to the Children's Hospital at 2 am. After a few breathing treatments and a steroid, we got to go home. That was a tough little time for you and I was so proud of how brave you were. I do have to tell you though that you resisted your breathing treatments with all of your might. You are very strong-willed. Now, you have a secondary infection and are on antibiotics. I pray you feel much better soon.
This month we also visited Houston, where you played with your best friends and cousins, Luke and Davis. You really love those guys. You got to stay in their room and have a sleepover. You played like such a big boy. Then we spent a couple of days at Mimi and Buddy's where you hung out with your grandparents and Mikey and SueSue. You sure know how to make your way around their property and all of the things to do. Don't tell Buddy, but you threw every pine cone on the property into the pond.
You also spent some time with Grammy and Grampy. Your new favorite thing to do at their house is yard work. You love pulling weeds, wearing gloves, and helping Grampy. They say they work you like a little Polack. See, they can say that because you and Grampy and Daddy are Polacks. Wrenny too.
You are loving school. You remember your rules: "No hitting, no kicking, no throwing toys." Most of all though: you love dinosaurs. You know so many. You carry them around with you. You work on the dinosaur puzzle multiple times a day. You pretend like you are a dinosaur sometimes too.
Oh and behaviorally, you are all two right now. You are testing everything. When I ask you to stop something and you keep doing it, I usually threaten to take something away or send you to time out. You then offer me the thing or offer to go to time out. Then when I say okay, you freak out! Or when I put you in the stroller, you say you want to walk. Then when I say okay, you say,"no, stroller!" Oh, to be two.
Nashy, tonight you came searching for me to give me a hug and a kiss. I know this will not last forever, but I relish your love and sweet side. I also know how much you are learning by testing us. You are growing into such a big, little guy.
I love you son,
Mom
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