Hello, little Callum,
You have one more month of being one, and it’s a chilly month indeed. After a warm and gentle fall, winter has arrived. We bundled up a couple of times to walk to school in 20-degree weather, but you’re not very good at keeping mittens on, so I’m afraid we’re back to driving. You’re a pretty good sport about all the hauling around of you that we do, but I don’t want to torture you.
We got a Christmas tree last weekend, and we decided you’re old enough now to handle having it in a more accessible location. Last year we put it back in a corner, all closed in by the hearth and the couch, but this year it’s out in full glory. There aren’t a lot of ornaments left below the two feet level, but that’s okay. When I have the time and inclination, I put them back, and ten minutes later they’re off again.
Your personality is really beginning to emerge. Most of the time you’re easy-going and sweet, though I’ve seen a few glimpses of the Terrible Twos on the horizon. For example, you love to play on the outdoor toys at Kinderfarm, but now that it’s colder, I don’t want to linger outside. You’re very adept at “snake,” the passive resistance tool you use to make yourself difficult to hold. I thought Miles invented it, because he did it too as a toddler, but I guess it’s part of little kid DNA. You also do it when I want to change your diaper, which is getting more challenging all the time. I don’t know if you’re quite ready for potty training, but we’ll get there eventually. In the meantime, I’m getting pretty strong and nimble as I wrangle you.
Photo by Denny
Your favorite hobby these days is listening to books. You’ve amassed quite a library on the table by the big chair, and you love it when your dad or I reads to you. You can fill in the blanks of so many books now. You really like How Do Dinosaurs Make Cookies, Jamberry, a couple of Dr. Seuss books we have, and Goodnight Moon (which is not my favorite but is like crack to kids for some reason).
You’ve been putting different words together really well lately. You say “yellow coat,” though it sounds more like “lellow coat.” Last night we watched the movie Home Alone for a family movie night, and I had forgotten about the plot point regarding John Candy’s polka band. When you saw that big group of guys in their yellow satin jackets, you said “lellow coat” about fourteen times.
You love family movie night mostly for the popcorn. The mere mention of the word will send you to the cabinet to drag out the popcorn popper. When we were at Mubby and Skitter’s house for Thanksgiving, you spied Skitter’s popper on a high shelf and immediately knew what it was for. You can bet you got some popcorn after that display of genius.
Photo by Denny
Another recent interest of yours is identifying the ownership of various objects. That made me think about how early the concept of ownership comes into our consciousness in this society. You know exactly what belongs to whom—your dad always uses a certain type of water glass, and when you see one, you say, “Daddy awa.” You got irritated when your dad corrected you when you said, “Toto shirt,” because it was in fact Miles’s. To your credit, Tobin does have a very similar one. Though your own name is still the one you say the least, I have gotten a few “Cals” out of you. Sometimes you call yourself Cacco.
Photo by Gary Clarke
Your current favorites: French fries, Kit-Kat bars, lollipops (which you can say really well), reading books, playing with your brothers, the Imaginext Joker’s Laugh Factory (which you call “Haha,” because that’s the sound it makes), and chatting with Mubby and Skitter online (“Online?” you ask whenever you see an open pupu, aka computer).
We’ll be cozy together now that winter is here. I hope you’ll still cuddle me when you’re two, but just in case, I’ll squeeze you a little extra this month.