Late as always! But time is flying -- Happy Fifteen Months, my man!
You are a funny kid. You talk and talk and talk and talk, and I am pretty sure that at the moment "No" is your favorite word. Other words, at random, that you have picked up this month include, "Yech!," "Milk," "Diaper," "Moon," "Airplane" and many others. It has just been a little vocabulary explosion inside that head of yours. You've also started saying things in French on occasion, and that makes me happy, even if I am probably confusing your language-learning mind. Sorry about that, but I think it will pay off in the end.
So this is the first month you have gone in months and months without an ear infection. You got some other virus for a bit, but it really seemed like small potatoes compared to the hell you have suffered in the past. Congrats on that, though we are now busy paying the medical bills from all of your illnesses. Ah... America. I hope by the time you are 18 that we have universal health care.
This month you have learned the fine art of temper tantrums. I don't get the impression that you are a laid-back, even-Steven type of a guy. I think you are a bit of a go-getter. This is probably good in the long run, but it does mean you occasionally have a short fuse. Whatever, the tantrums are short-lived. I am amazed, however, at how you can so clearly express your needs and desires now. Or at least, you can express what you ABSOLUTELY DO NOT want, and that's a form of communication in and of itself.
You are also just becoming more and more of a little boy each day. If I am sitting in a chair and I suggest we read a book, you get up and wander over to the books to pick one out. When you spill something, you get a rag and wipe it up. As we leave Grandma and Grandpa's house, you give them kisses and you say "Ba-bye!" All of these things are just amazing as they mean you are learning to make your way in the world. I love it. Your teachers tell me that you are an enthusiastic kid who loves to help during clean-up time. You also like to give your friends at school neck rubs, and I have no idea what that's about.
You are also still in love with your toothbrush. It's a daily ritual (of course) and on that you get super duper excited for each night.
This month, you also discovered Elmo. You mention him regularly, and I am sort of shocked that even at such a young age, you have been bit by the Sesame Street bug. I played the DVD for you last week and could not believe that my usually constantly-moving child was sitting rigidly still in front of the computer while the cast sang a song about cookies. I am not all about you watching TV on a regular basis, but an occasional DVD is fine. It's nice to snuggle with you and watch Bert and Ernie fight.
Next month, we have a big month. First off, we are going back to France for a bit to see everybody we love out there. I was nervous about taking you on the trip, but you were so great during our weekend in Milwaukee that I am feeling much more confident now. I can't wait to see my old friends and for them to see what an amazing boy you have become. Secondly, you are going to begin transitioning into the toddler classroom at your day care. This really means you are no longer a baby, and the feeling is bittersweet. You'll always be my little guy (even when you're taller than me).
I love you to smithereens, Mr T. Happy 15 months!