25 Things I Love About You
January 9, 2007
or mostly love about you, as you turn 25 months old.
1) Your cheeks that have dimples I could get lost in.
2) That you love your monster (dum-dum shoes) shoes and insist on wearing them every single day.
3) That when you wear the monster shoes you growl and kick people. When I scold you you look at me exasperated, hold your arm out, palm facing skyward and say, “No, mama. Dum-dum shoes.” Oh yes, obviously it is the shoes at fault, not you. How silly of me.
4) The way you imitate you father snoring.
5) Whenever I am cooking, or at the counters preparing some sort of food, you grab your chair and carry it over to where I am. “My do. My do,” you scream. Even though you usually have no idea what exactly I am doing.
6) The way you adore your siblings and call for your oldest brother as soon as you wake up. Sometimes you even call for him in the middle of the night and I have to admit that at such times I have selfishly thought that I should put your crib in his room.
7) When you do come into our bed in the middle of the night, the way you will pat my cheek until you fall asleep. If I roll over and put my back to you, you will say, “Mama?” every few minutes checking to see if I am still there waiting on your every whim.
They way you say “Otay” in a pathetic little voice whenever we ask you to please NOT do something, like color on the walls, or empty out all the spices from their little jars. Not that it actually means you will stop doing whatever it was.
9) They way you emphatically deny you did anything wrong, even when caught in the act. You have decided that going into your sister’s bedroom and tossing every single thing that you can lift down the stairs is the most fun way to spend your time. I have caught you standing on the tops of the stairs, her shoes and books in your hands, and you will yell, “No, mama. No my do.” as you throw them.
10) You can’t help but dance whenever you hear music. You are enthusiastic enough to make up for your lack of rythmn and a dance style that can only be described as the toddler version of the white man’s overbite.
11) The way you can sing along to the jingles in commercials.
12) When you are in bed with us and your father starts snoring really loudly, you kick him as hard as you can by bringing both your legs up in the air and bringing them down on his stomach. Your father doesn’t find it quite as endearing as I do. But then again I don’t find his snoring endearing.
13) You snuggle your face into the crook of my neck and pat my back with your hand when I carry you up to bed at night. It almost feels like you are comforting me and reassuring me that you will will still be here in the morning.
14) You bring out a side in your older brothers that might not be as apparent if it were not for you. The way your 12 yr old brother dotes on you and plays with you unprompted tells me that I am doing something right. His constant eye rolling and attitude sometimes lead me to believe otherwise. Every night you two brush your teeth together, with you standing on the toilet lid leaning over the sink. Your oldest brother doesn’t let anyone brush their teeth in the bathroom with him, other than you. That is how special you are to him. Only you are allowed to jump on his bed too, or touch his toys, or even look at him some days.
15) Every night after all your siblings have gone to bed, you run around like a madman while your father and I sit on the couch. You throw balls at us which we “catch”– meaning we mostly swat them across the room in self defense while saying things like, “I’m getting old.” or “Why is energy wasted on kids who have nothing productive to do with it?” or “Is it bedtime yet?” And you just run around laughing like it is the best game ever.
16) Every single day you walk into the kitchen table. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. I would think that at this point you would realize that the table is there permanently , but no. I have wondered if all the head banging has damaged your brain.
17) The way you undo the child proof locks on the kitchen cabinets to get what you want out of them… and then relock the cabinets when you are done.
18) You gallop around the room when you are excited.
19)You scream “Towel!” when you are taking a bath and water splashes in the vicinity of your face, my face, or our next door neighbor’s face. Then I must dry your face off, quickly, because you don’t like having your face covered even for a few seconds. For this reason putting shirts on you becomes a battle of wills, me pulling the a shirt down and you trying to tear it off your head. I usually win.
20)Whenever I run on my treadmill you throw toys at me to see them zoom off the the back of the treadmill and into the wall. As long as you don’t throw heavy wooden toys or hit me in the head, I am mostly fine with it.
21) You refuse to let anyone near your head with scissors. You violently shake your head back and forth and scream. Unless it is your 3 yr old sister. I am slightly offended that you have more faith in her hair cutting ability than in mine.
22)If we are all going to sit down to watch something on television together, you run into the room screaming, “My spot! My spot!” and woe to anyone who is sitting in the place you have deemed your spot. The person will be faced with a choice… give up the spot on the couch or listen to you scream “My spot!” for the duration of the show punctuated by you running over and turning the tv off.
23) That we can celebrate your birthday a month late and you don’t mind at all. And that you are thrilled when you older siblings make and decorate your birthday cake all on their own.
24) That you love the Disney princesses and agree with your sister that those are the party accessories you should have. Though I have a suspicion that had there been Thomas the Tank Engine party stuff we may have had a brawl right there in the aisle of the store.
25) That you are mine.
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