You are also a ridiculous amount of fun and as your father said last night a "gigglepotamous". As we sat looking at a lizard in one of your mountain of books, I ran my fingertips over your belly. "Pitter-patter, pitter-pater", and you LAUGHED, head thrown back, squirming as I tickled you. It was a delight. You had your first baby sitter this month, who wasn't family that is, and she was astounded by you. She remarked she had never seen a child so into books. And it's true. I can lure you away from almost anything with a book, or the promise of reading.
In stereotypical Toddler style you like to have things a certain way. You'll come to us with some tiny scrap of paper or a piece of onion skin and say "Mess." If you don't want to eat something you tell me, "Dirty, Sink." Of course this love of order in no manner applies to toys, which you clearly feel belong strewn all around the play area.
We did a lot of entertaining and going out this month and one night stands out. We took you to a dinner party, where there was a 5 year old. One who thought making you laugh was a great trick. You climbed on his mini picnic table and jumped off, put buckets on each other's head, chased and jumped on the dog beg. I just let you run, and you had the time of your life. It was awesome and I was glad to give you the opportunity. Because sweet boy, that's what you are giving us, the time of our lives.
