My dear, sweet, wonderful boy,
Today you are 18 months old! A year and a half! How did that happen??? I know my last update was so late that I've probably covered a lot already, but the past week has been eventful.
The bad news is that you had your first bad stomach bug. It started on a day your nanny called in sick (not the same bug, luckily). I started out the morning pretty excited to just be able to play with you, go to the park, meet your friends, and not work. I sat down at the computer to notify my colleagues that I wouldn't be working, and while you were playing in the family room I heard you throw up. Turns out that wasn't the first of the day - I later found evidence in your crib that you'd started earlier. And it certainly wasn't the last. You couldn't keep anything down that day, which made for lots of laundry and lots of me running around while you were napping scrubbing at the carpet. (Why didn't you get sick on the hard wood or kitchen floors?) The next day the problem was, um, with your other end. That didn't subside for another two days. At least you were finally able to eat and drink a little. Through the beginning of it you kept in high spirits, but as the diaper changes came rapid fire, you got pretty upset. By the end of the day on your second day of illness, Daddy and I both caught the bug. Luckily my mom came and took care of us the following morning. Not a fun way to spend the week. The ONLY good thing about it all is that you started sleeping really well. I don't know if it retrained you, or if you're still feeling bad, but this morning you actually stayed in your own bed until 6:45! We'd grown accustomed to you waking up around 4 or 5 at the latest and needing to come nurse to fall back asleep. I guess you figured out that you don't really need that and that sleep just feels good. If course, now that I've said all this, you'll probably go back to your old ways. You seem to be feeling much better now, which is a great relief.
You've made some pretty incredible strides with your words. You will sing the beginnings of songs (the ABC song is a favorite - sounds like "A,B,B,B..." You recite phrases from books. This evening you kept reciting the beginning of Sheep in a Jeep: "Beep Beep! Sheep in a Jeep on a hill that's steep. Uh Oh! The Jeep won't go!" Of course, when you say it it sounds like this: "Beep Beep! Eep eheh eep ehn ehn ehn ehn eep. Uh oh! Eh ee uh uh." But we know what you're saying. And I just about had to pick my jaw up off the floor this morning when I heard you saying "One two ree uh ih eh eh eight nine eh." Seriously. You were looking through your Ten Little Rabbits book (where Daddy and I count the rabbits on each page for you), and pointing at the rabbits in there while you were saying it. Now, I don't think you can actually count yet, but it just amazes me that you're retaining all this information and actually saying it back to us. Just incredible.
We cut down our Christmas tree today! You didn't much like the long drive up the mountain, and I'm not sure you really liked being up there in the cold finding the perfect tree. I do know, however, that you'll love seeing the tree all decorated tomorrow. I love that for you this season is still just about the decorations and lights outside - no greed has set in, and you don't have any demands for gifts from Santa. I'm sure he'll bring you lots of wonderful things anyway. You did pose for a picture with him this evening and didn't even cry! I need to hook up my scanner and then I'll post a picture. (It was taken on a Polaroid - by the time you read this, those probably won't exist anymore!)
I need to go see how Daddy's doing with the lights on the tree. I love you!