My sweet Callum,
You have had an explosion of language lately. It’s so cute to hear you say all your words—not all of them are traditional, but you say so many consistent things in perfect context that we know just what you mean. One of the best phrases is “thank you,” which you say now every time someone gives you something. It’s not just an immediate Pavlovian response either. A few minutes ago I gave you a cracker, and after eating it, you realized you hadn’t thanked me. You got my attention and said, “Tankyoo.”
You have new words for your brothers, too: Mamou and Toto. You’ve known and loved them as people for a long time, and now you can talk about them all the better. I’ve even gotten you to say Cal a couple of times (no mooing). The other day we were sitting at the table and I was leafing through a Food & Wine magazine. I turned to a page with a photo of penne pasta, and you looked at it and said, “Mamou!” I thought that was pretty smart: you recognized the food and wanted to let me know that you’d spied Miles’s favorite.
You like penne too, but I think your favorite food is pizza. We went out for dinner last night and ordered with the plan to have lots of leftovers, because tonight is going to be busy, and I wanted a quick and easy dinner. Little did we know that ordering a small thin-crust pepperoni, a small thick-crust multi-topping, and a bowl of pasta (for Mamou) would leave only two measly slices left over. This was thanks largely to you, since you got through more of the pepperoni than we expected. We’re having sandwiches tonight.
You’re adventurous and friendly, quick to shout “hi” to passersby, human or otherwise. We went to Wilson’s Orchard earlier this week, and there was a friendly cat whom you loved petting. You also really like Stella, the big St. Bernard at Kinderfarm. Now you take umbrage when neighborhood cats won’t come let you pet them when we’re out for walks in the stroller.
You’ve been enjoying the outdoors on these nice fall days. We hung around at Miles’s school playground today after pickup for an impromptu playdate, and even though you didn’t have any shoes on because I wasn’t expecting to take you out of the stroller, you loved it. You cried when I stuck you back in, because apparently walking barefoot on wood chips is a-okay with you. You love music and dancing, even the silly little songs I sing to pass the minutes and hours of our days. Most of the time you request “more, more!” even if it’s nothing more than “wiping off your little buns” to the tune of “London Bridge.” You do a good job making me feel like an accomplished song parodyist.
The whole family has been suffering from allergies this year, particularly in the last week or so. The weather has cooled off enough that we’ve had the windows open, which is great for breezes but not so great for allergens. I give you children’s Zyrtec every night before bed, which helps a lot, but we’re been going through lots of Kleenex regardless. You finally cut the canine teeth that had been hovering under the surface of your gums for what felt like months, so that’s helped. You’ve been sleeping well, all cuddled up to me. I love having you next to me, even though you can be a bit of a bed hog.
You love doing dangerous things like climbing up to the top bunk of your brothers’ bed and trying to slide out with no help. You want to climb step stools and jump on the futon and mess around with video game controllers. Just now, I told Miles to come downstairs and practice piano. You were perfectly happy playing with Play-Doh, but as soon as you heard me say the word piano, you ran over and took up a spot on the piano bench so Miles couldn’t practice. You are a stinker, but you’re awfully cute.
You have developed a strong bond with Skittergramps lately. You love talking with him and Mubby via Skype, and whenever we pass the computer (“pupu”), you ask for Giga (Skitter). I usually tell you that I’ll check to see if he’s online. You get so disappointed if he’s not. You actually shook your little fists with rage when he wasn’t there to talk to you the other day.
As usual, you go wherever the gang goes. Tonight you’re coming to a PTO meeting with me, which may or may not be a disaster. They’re serving pizza since it’s the first meeting of the school year, so maybe that will keep you busy for a while. Tobin’s soccer season is starting this week too, so I’m sure I’ll find myself running around the park trying to keep you managed. We went to Tot Time last week and plan to go again, because now you’re old enough to really enjoy it. Life is getting more and more fun now that you’re becoming an active participant. Tankyoo very much for being my little guy.
Photo by Denny