You’re growing so fast. I think I am getting used to the idea that I will never have enough time to do all I want to do. To be the mom I want to be to you, even. I had visions of playing the piano and watching you dance to Old MacDonald or Itsy Bitsy Spider and you’re almost too old for those songs already. Most days it feels rushed and I’m afraid to look over my shoulder and realize I missed something while you’re growing so fast.
A song I love… Raffi, “I Wonder If I’m Growing” — oh, too fast. We also love to sing
Five Little Frogs
5 green and speckled frogs
Sat on a speckled log
Eating some most delicious bugs. Yum! Yum!
One jumped into the pool
Where it was nice and cool
Then there were 4 green speckled frogs…
Papou, Mommy and Me
We had Papou and his fiance Maggie (Milky) visit with us this month. We went on the Choo choo and had a picnic in the park. You made a quick friend of Milky, and would follow her right to the bathroom. You remembered high-fives with Papou, he was the first one to do that with you.
I love our new home... I get to sleep in the same room as mommy and daddy!
We drove to Ukiah last weekend and stayed at The Hampton Inn, which had an outdoor pool and koi fish pond. You loved this big new home of ours, especially that you got to sleep in the same rom with us. We went swimming in the flooded Lake Mendocino, you jumped off picnic tables buried under water.
You’re enrolled in swim lessons at Almaden Valley Athletic Club Swim School, and love on Tuesday and Thursday mornings to go to the ‘BIG POOL!’. You take one of your bath dolls with you, she’s now called the ‘Big Baby’… I think because she goes with you to the Big Pool. She is a good sport. You toss her in the water, as far as you can throw her, then you kick kick kick and do ‘big arms’ and go to rescue her. Turning her over, you instruct, “kick kick kick!”.
You’re staying up waaaay to late these days. I’m not happy about this. Tonight it was 10p.m.. But you are getting better at putting yourself to sleep, and getting less reliant on being patted to sleep or having daddy in the room until you fall asleep. You have a little diatribe, talking yourself to sleep at night, often reviewing what happened in your day, “big pool, baby, nana, nap, home” or repeating the monotonous rhythm “Night night Mamma, night night Mamma, night night Mamma” until you drift off.
It’s summer, finally. It was a slow start this year. But now that it’s here I’m convinced you are going to grow gils. It’s ‘puul’ all day long. Typically we go in 2-5 times a day. One–two–three–GO and then you jump with the wildest look of joy on your face!
One, two, three... GO!
