The Arranger

When we watch a video at night (usually one of your Baby Einstein ones) you place us very specifically on the couch and try to get Isbre to join us. Then you spend most of your time bouncing from one person to the other to the floor, up on the coffee table, with occaisional trips to the dinner table or up near the TV. Except when the "Wheels of the Bus" song comes on. Then you jump up so you can really do the hand and body motions to the song. Your right arm makes big circles for the wheels going round-and-round, you put your whole body into the peek-a-boo for the doors going open-and-shut, you bounce from a crouch for the passengers on the bus going bumpity-bump, your arm moves back and forth in front of you for the wipers going swish-swish-swish, your hand opens and closes for the dog going bark-bark-bark. You're a lot of fun to watch.

We're all sick now - your Dad was saying he had a superior immune system, but it could only fight the two of us off for so long. Our colds have lasted too long so we took you to the pediatrician today and she diagnosed a sinus infection, with antibiotics. I have an appointment tomorrow and I'm sure I'll have the same thing. I didn't worry too much about the length of time the cold lasted because you and I had the same symptoms, I mean, how likely was it that we both got something extra out of these germs. Not impossible, obviously. Now there are three cranky people in the house of sickness. It's amazing we're getting along as well as we are.

You have gone from being completely uninterested in books to wanting to be read to all the time. Usually the books you like are interactive (lift the flap) without a lot of words where you can identify most of what's on the pages. You will continue to bring over books to be read until your Dad or I wear out, and then you'll beg for "Just one more". It's one of the few times you'll sit on our lap for more than a second or two.

It's funny, you want to be a cuddly child, but you just can't do it. You hug and kiss and sit on our laps, but it only lasts a second or two and then you're on to something else. The will and desire are there, but you have a spring in your butt that causes you to jump up after the briefest interaction. I think you're going to be a goer and a doer. And an arranger.