Dear Max,
At 14 months you are moving at top speed and you are busy, busy, busy! Walking is so last month. As you have become more confident in your walking skills, you have started moving quickly and in all directions. In your car, you grab the steering wheel and shake it as if to say, (in the immortal words of Ricky Bobby) "I wanna go fast!" You are an insatiable explorer and want to be involved in everything.
My tiny baby has morphed into a chubby toddler with a belly worthy of a Buddha statue. You ate an entire container of green beans yesterday at lunch and are showing a remarkable preference for goulash. At long last, you are outgrowing clothes at an alarming rate and many of your pants are now stylish highwaters. We are trying to eat together as a family at the table more often, even though you have dinner much earlier than us. Lucky you - some nights you get two dinners that way!
Max, you have the sweetest, kindest heart. You love to show love. Anything or anyone you like, you give a hug and lay your cheek against them. Especially the cats, although not only the actual kitties, but pictures of cats in books and on your mural, too. You seem to understand that the pictures represent cats and need to be shown the proper respect. Your cousins, family, pillows, and anything soft or furry are other recipients of your sweet nuzzles and pats on the back.
On the flip side, you have begun to express your displeasure in a most unappealing manner. Shrieks, crying, and even lying on your stomach kicking your feet on the floor do get your point across. Although this is much sooner than I expected to deal with tantrums, you should know that you have met your match. Mommy loves you, but I've worked with enough kids with behavior issues to appreciate the importance of discipline. Although I must confess that when I was describing your behavior to Uncle Gary he informed me that he recalled another baby with squinty eyes that did those things....hmm, wonder who he was talking about?
We love seeing the world through your eyes, precious one. Much love,
Mommy
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