Dear Ziggy,
You seem to have found your voice these days and it’s been a real hoot to watch you put your mouth to good use in forming word after word after word. Here’s a list of as many words as I could think of that you are saying at the moment.
Dear Ziggy,
Your Mama took a little trip last week to hang out with Amy while she attended a work conference. I thought I needed a break - some time away to relax and reflect. But it turned out I missed you too much and I had a hard time enjoying myself at all. I wanted you there with me. I wanted Daddy to be there, too.
You live and you learn.
Maybe Las Vegas wasn’t the place for me. That could be it.
Maybe it’s because I couldn’t share my new experiences with you.
Or it could be that I realized I love being home. Cuz home is where you are. And you are my heart.
I’m not going anywhere. I’m here.
I love you,
Mommy
Dear Ziggy,
Another week? Really? When we’re muddling through all the tedious tasks in a day (like, ahem, struggling to feed you at any and every meal and snack, the bane of my existence at the moment) time seems to drag on forever and ever and ever. But then we end up at Friday once again and I do a double take, wondering where those 5 weekdays disappeared to.
You’ve been pretty sick this week and even developed your first cough. I can count the number of times you’ve ever had a cold or been sick on my one hand so we have been lucky but still. I don’t like this cough.
You are really starting to take off language-wise these past few weeks. You have been saying some 2-syllable words AND you are saying words more clearly - I can understand you! New words: ockee (ice), fork, bock (chip), cookie, Daddy, shark and yeah, I forget the rest right now but you are putting two and two together. I can actually see the wheels and cogs clicking into place in your mind as you “get” another word.
So we’ve been stuck inside a lot. It has been amazingly boring for all parties involved. We can only color, blow bubbles, take a bath, sing songs (Ring Around the Rosy is a current fave), read books, struggle to eat meals and snacks, watch Sesame Street, rinse, and repeat for so long before wanting to tear the front door open and run wild outside (while screaming, naturally).
Needless to say I’ve had a lot of time for reflection. I’ve been trying to figure you out. They say one’s personality develops and stays pretty much constant from childhood. Based on the fact that you love belts, keys, picking up crumbs and lint, and running around shouting “Boo!” I think you may be destined to become an amazing grade school janitor. Which is fine with me! I just enjoy daydreaming about the person you’re going to become.
I love being able to watch you grow into such a unique little person. I will always nurture your every interest (even if it’s picking up crumbs). I will always encourage you to do the things that satisfy you the most (even if it’s repeatedly closing and opening every belt buckle in the universe). I will continue to provide you with daily comic relief as you absolutely “get” my every joke and sock it right back to me. You are pretty funny, you know. There’s no other toddler I’d rather spend my days with.
Gimme kiss,
Mama