Mommy Kahdib

Dear Chase (26 months),

Thursday, June 03, 2010

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(Don't miss Emmie's entry down below!)

Hi Roo-Roo,

I'm just going to stop acknowledging that these are late...we all know that letter's from mom = late. Period. End of story.

So, mister-mister, where do I start with you? You're talking so much more, not yet in full fledged sentences, still the cave-man speak, but you are certainly getting your point across! "Mama, look, ice cream truck," and yes...that is a full sentence, but it comes in spurts with some pauses and thinking which is beyond adorable. You also love to try stringing more works together everyday...and SINGING. OMG, you are singing a lot lately, usually one word songs like, "Angel, angel, aaannnngel, AAANNNGEL," or "Endo, endo, En-do, EN-DO!!!"

You still love motorcycles, trucks, lawn mowers, cars, bikes, strollers...if it has wheels you dig it, kid. Sad thing is you have suddenly become deathly afraid of them making noises or being turned on and you turn into a hysterical pile of mush if you think one might start up around you. It is sad to see you go from so excited to see a digger or a truck or a cool car to panicked that it is going to be turned on and you practically climb my side to get away from the offending truck. Hopefully this is a quick phase my friend!

You love water. You love laying back in the bathtub, running through the sprinkler, playing in the lake...you're a bit too fearless for your own good and will just charge right in until the water is over your head and then when I pull you out you're sputtering and coughing and sneezing water from your nose...with a big smile on your face. When you're with us in the water you try to push our hands away and say, "Me, do-it. Chase, do-it." We're used to this because you are very independent in all that you do and you want to be the one to do-it...but with water...you need a little assistance, kiddo! You can climb into your car seat by yourself, get into your booster by yourself, climb into the tub by yourself...but when we're in water you need us, and when we're in a parking lot...yea you need us there, too!

You've mostly dropped naps, but we just started a growth hormone with you to help you get big and strong and you've seemed to need more sleep...that growing business is hard work! Your doctor determined that you don't make growth hormone (it's ok, mommy doesn't make thyriod hormone) so we need to give it to you in a shot every night...and it's not just about being taller and all that, it's about having what your body needs to process foods the right way, to get your metabolism working right, growth hormone is a building block that your body needs to make muscles (like your very important heart) in the right way...and you take the shots like a champ. Of course you cry a bit, but you move on, say big and strong, and continue about your day...only once or twice have you whined that you don't want it because it tickles...but for the most part you're ok with it. I hope it does the trick and we can stop the incessant testing that you have had to go through your whole life...they ruled out so so much...which is good, but I'm glad to be on a path that seems to have an answer for all of the whys.

You and Emmie are playing more and more. You hug each other each night before bed. You sit on the kitchen floor and roll a truck to each other. She pushes you on the swings and you follow her every move. If she is singing you try to make some noise, too. If she is dancing you're right there next to her. You love to hold hands and go explore the world together. I love to watch the conversations that you two have, the wrestling matches that you engage in, the snacks that you share...you really both look out for each other and it is so sweet as your mommy to know that you'll always have this other person in life to grow and experience the world with. Right now she asks if you'll marry her when you both get bigger and you say yes...even though all of us know just how illegal that is...it is sweet to see the love that you have for each other.

Sadly you're into licking and biting me right now...annoying as it is I can keep reminding you to be gentle, that biting hurts, that you can bit your pillow, your own arm, a toy...but not your mama! It's hard because I know giving you the shots hurt and I continue to do that...so you must have trouble recognizing that biting hurts me and you should stop. For as rough and ouchy that can be you're also so funny and sweet...in the morning I am usually sleeping on my side when you wander in for a snuggle. You lay your head on my pillow and look into my face for a while and then hop up and sit on my hip and tell me that I'm a motorcycle (lo-lo) and you make your BRRRMMMM BRRRMMMM noises and lean and do turns...adorable. Sorry for the pictures this month...you still kind of hate having your picture taken for the most part so I have to grab what I can when I can and sometimes that means cell phone, point and shoot, or a quick image in not the best clothes when we were planning on shooting Emmie and the mood strikes you...I am also aware that you naked pushing the dump truck is highly embarrassing later in life...but it's just too darn cute to not share!

I love you like you love motorcycles!!! Brrrrmmmm!!!
Mommy