Letter to Zeke: Twenty-One Months

September 14th, 2009 by Rainey

Dear Zeke,

To celebrate the beginning of your twenty-first month, you decided to learn how to dive.  This is not unusual.  You are just crazy!  So when Marley showed you how she dived, it was not all that surprising that you ended up also falling head-first into your daddy’s arms again and again, cackling as you emerged from the water.  You love the pool and water of any kind.  That has not changed, and the swim lessons only reinforced that love for you, which was great!

This month, life slowed down.  At least a little bit.  You did spend a few days in Durham with mommy when I went for some meetings at Duke.  You really enjoyed that, since it meant time with Papa, Nana, and aunt Katie and great-grandpa.  They spoil you rotten.  What’s not to love?  :)

Aunt Katie even came up to spend Labor Day weekend with us, which was an unexpected and wonderful surprise!  You adore her and love everything she does.  And I think the feeling is mutual.  We had a great weekend of cooking and eating and watching movies together (when you were in bed) and going to the park and getting italian ice.  It was good.

These days you repeat every word you hear.  Your vocabulary has exploded to the point that it isn’t worth recording new words because there are numerous additions each day.  You have begun forming sentences.  (To the girl at school: “Abby bite Isaac.  No, no, Abby, no bite.”  To a boy at school: “Hey Colin (pronounced dahlin) [those are] Isaac’s shoes!”  Said emphatically.)

You know most of your colors and can identify them correctly each time: red, orange, yellow, blue, green, brown, black, white, purple, pink.  And recently you have added grey to the mix.

We continue to be delighted and blown away by you.  You tell us stories now.  About dark nights and moons.  About mice who make you laugh and dogs that like to climb trees.  About sheep and alligators and your friends at school.  Basically, we just have to sit back and love every moment.  Because you are a miracle and a wonder to us.  Our beautiful little man.  Our wonderful baby boy.

You still want to do everything on your own.  But when you run into trouble, you ask for “hep.”  You give the best hugs and kisses in the history of human existence.  And you are…wait for it…sleeping.  through.  the.  night.

I hope that in writing that I haven’t jinxed it.  But whatever road blocks we will face in the days ahead, whatever minor tantrums and crying fits you throw at us, I can say unequivocally that I love being your mommy.  I love being a parent.  I love you!

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