Twenty Months
Dear Roo,
Happy twenty months! Twenty months sounds far too close to TWO for my comfort. How on earth is time flying so fast?
Apparently you got the memo about time and are busy keeping up. Potty trained. Speaking in full sentences. ALL. DAY. LONG. Diana said last weekend, “Imagine if you said everything that was on your mind, all the time. That’s Rosy.” Uh-huh. “Want this? Eat this? Rock. TRACTOR! Trains on trestles. GREEN train. Eat this.”
My favorite phrases of late: “What doing Mama?” “Hey, watch DIS!!” “What happen?” Oh the talking is precious precious stuff and I feel so blessed that we can hear your thoughts and not just your frustrations. There are few things in the world better than that tiny voice at 6AM saying, “Backhoe! Moving backwards. See backhoe, Mama?” Beep-beep-beep. Yep, even at 6AM.
Intelligence. What a gift. I can see already how much of a challenge it will be for you, to stay challenged. The work we’ll need to do to keep things new and stimulating. New books, new projects, new words. That you can differentiate and name complex construction equipment at twenty months is just the beginning. May backhoes be followed by quarks and ions . . . You have the world in your palms, Rosy. Anything you wish to learn, any subject you want to explore, it’s yours for the taking.
AT twenty months Rosy likes to dress as a princess, then dig in the gravel and fill dump truck after dump truck. She likes to ride Sophie’s bike and wear a helmet. She likes choc-wet (chocolate) and gummis of all kinds. She does not like green vegetables. She does enjoy rice and pasta, pancakes and oatmeal. She likes tractors and trucks of all kinds, trains, and ballerinas, running in circles, being held upside down, jumping on the bed, jumping off the bed, swinging on the big-girl swings at the park, sliding, running, and falling down. Rosy likes climbing into the windowsill to supervise the traffic outside. She notices when there are no cars- “Quiet, Mama. No cars.” She notices when poodles pass by (seriously, where did you learn to recognize specific dog breeds?). She notices. Everything.
My Roo, with a smile that spells mischief and love and happiness inside and out. With the scrunchiest faces that make us all love you more everyday. How is it possible after twenty months? But it is. We adore you.
Truly.
Yours forever and ever,
mama
