I know we tell you that all the time, but last weekend when you woke Davis up and gave him a banana and sippy cup full of water, your dad and I looked at each other with such glee. On one hand, we were so excited about the new found independence. We thought about just leaving you guys there and heading out to a movie or something. I mean, if you can “make” a banana and a sippy cup with the top half-way screwed on, I am sure you could manage throwing together a PB&J sandwich for lunch.

But on the other hand, it means you are growing up. Before we know it, you’ll be bringing girls home and begging to take the car out. Our grocery bill will double and our house will have the distinct scent of teenage-boy tennis shoes. Which I remember ever so clearly.
Anyway, the whole banana and water thing looked like such a nice gesture. To an outsider, it appeared to be a big brother caring for his dependent little brother. But we all knew the truth. In reality, that random act of kindness was just another excuse to climb onto the kitchen counter. You’ve loved climbing since you were about 10 months old. Anything, from scaling the brick fence in our backyard…to the outside of the staircase.
You’ve never been interested in things you are *supposed* to climb on, like a play set. Only things that are off-limits. If Toys R Us sold a Giant fake couch called the Climb-on-Me couch, we would definitely buy it for you. You would use it for about a week, until you noticed it wasn’t a real couch. After that, it would lose it’s appeal.

You’ve also developed a new routine at night where you sneak out your bathroom door and crawl through the hall on your belly. You have found the exact spot to lie where you can watch whatever non-cartoon television we are watching without being spotted from downstairs because of the angle. I think this has allowed you to keep up with the entire 9th season of Big Brother. You are so silent and sly that now Dad and I are forced to walk half way up the stairs during commercial breaks to see if you’re in your hideout. The only problem with your sneaky trick is when we are watching something like Dateline and it is too boring to keep you awake. You’ve been known to fall asleep in the act.

I also passed along my exceptional dancing skills. The other day, I had three separate teachers stop me in the hall and tell me how you spent one entire recess dancing in front of the large mirror-like windows to the Alvin and the Chipmunks soundtrack. They said you were hopping on one foot and twistin’ and a turnin’. And throughout the entire CD, you never took your eyes off of yourself.

You also have an exceptional memory. You’ll remember the tiniest details from events that happened two years ago. But what’s even more uncanny is the way you remember the names of your 50+ stuffed animals. You’ll name them the first day you receive them and it will stick no matter how ridiculous of a name it may sound to us…there’s Spikey, and Fokey, and Iffy, and Party-like-a-rock-star-frog-party-frog, and Sushi, and Louie, and …that’s about the capacity of my brain.
All and all, you’re a great kid with a great big heart. I love you, my cuddly BOY!
Love, Mom
1 comment:
As I was in tears about 1/4 of the way through this, all I could think was, "I hope she saved Davis' letter for another day." I can see that you didn't, and I'm not sure I can make it through another letter without babbling.
Such a great idea! I want to write Ella letters on each of her birthdays. That's why I love the blogs so much because as much as we can remember the things that make our kiddos so special, I think it's way too easy how we feel to watch them develop every day.
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