your twenty-fifth month

 

You had a great start to your third year.

With a trip to the zoo to celebrate your birthday,

a snow drop walk,

a day meeting animals at a farmers market;

you had been enjoying lots of adventures.

You loved any opportunity to wear your wellies

and to independently explore.

Your speech was continuing to amaze us

as you put more and more words together

into proper sentences.

But at the same time

we were also finding it quite bittersweet

to see some of your cute baby talk fading away.

Words that you had pronounced in your own unique way

were suddenly starting to sound the way they were supposed to,

and while we were so proud to see you learning

it was sad to think that some of your earliest words were disappearing.

Wentworth wasn't called "wo-wof" anymore.

Breakfast suddenly had the "k" sound in it.

And on more than one occasion

you had said "good boy" when you used the potty

instead of the "bood boy" that you had always said.

You really knew your own mind now

and were not only making your television and book choices known

but you had also worked out ways of getting things that you wanted.

You were learning that big eyes and a cute a smile

made your chances of getting your own way even greater.

Your only problem was that we were one step ahead

and catching on to all your little techniques.

Like telling us you needed the potty at meal times

just because you knew we would wipe your fingers with a baby wipe first;

you really did hate messy fingers.