Dear Brady,
You are... how shall I put this... a personality lately. You know what you want, and you're quickly figuring out how to tell us about it. Most of the time it is absolutely hilarious, and your dad and I find ourselves stifling giggles a lot. You do things that are bad, but manage to be all adorable about it. It's nearly impossible not to laugh, but we don't want to encourage you. It's all very complicated, really.
You seem to come up with new words every day. Numbers are your latest obsessions, and you're getting closer and closer to knowing all your numbers 1-10. You can now point to them all when asked, but you only say two, four, five, six,eight, and nine. I'm not sure what you have against one, three, seven, and ten, but at the moment you just point at them and grunt. Still, numbers are just your thing right now. You literally do a happy dance when I take out your counting book. You get distracted during your swim lessons by the depth markers on the side of the pool-- all of a sudden you're pulling toward the wall, saying "twwwwwoooooo".
Speaking of swimming lessons-- you, sir, are a little daredevil. We had our first class yesterday (I say "we" because you are still in the "mom has to get in the water too" age group), and the teacher kept remarking how fearless you are. You jump right in, dunk your little head, whatever. You're not a fan of floating on your back yet, but we're working on it. You area fan of the fact that the pool is shallow enough for you to stand by yourself. You run around in chest-high water, chasing the little rubber duckies and yelling "duk! duk!" The teacher says in 5 years of teaching she's never seen a kid your age who balances in the water like you can. You are a physical little dude.
Our biggest discipline problem lately is actually pretty disgusting-- we can't seem to keep you away from the cat's butt. Seriously. This is not entirely your fault, though. For whatever reason, Peanut seems bound and determined to put it right in your face and so, being the curious kid you are, you touch it. Let's just say that I find myself washing your hands a lot lately.
Moving on.
You are amazingly sweet and affectionate lately. You are generous with your hugs and kisses when we ask for them, and you have also started running up to us spontaneously and throwing your arms around whatever part of us you can get your hands on. When I'm sitting on the floor, you'll come stand right next to me, put your little arm around my neck and your head on my shoulder. It feels like happy.
One more for the adorable list-- last night after dinner, I said, "Brady, do you want to go in your room and read a book?" You reached up and grabbed my hand, said something that sounded a whole lot like "Come on, Mama!", and dragged me to your room. Miraculous.
Of course, you're not sweet and obedient and affectionate all the time. Not even close. Some days, it seems like you have laser focus on the things that you know you are not supposed to do, and no amount of stern "No!"s or trips to the time-out corner even phase you. You also have a really bad habit of biting me when you're angry, and you've been known to thrash and scream when I'm trying to change your diaper or get you dressed. Such is life with a toddler, though. Sometimes I think I'll tear my hair out, but then you do something adorable and all is forgotten. Mostly.
It is endlessly exciting to watch you go go go and do do do. The little wheels are always turning in that head of yours. I love that we can sit and communicate now, and reading with you is one of the highlights of my day. Sometimes, I think I will burst from how much I love you. As far as your Dada and I are concerned, you are the greatest thing that ever happened to anyone. You will never have to wonder if you are loved-- that I can guarantee you.
I love you always, Bubba.
Love,
Mom
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