dear jasper,
boy have you made some headway this month! you are starting to understand and use some words, you are becoming more and more social, you have taken your first steps (!) and you have even ventured out of your comfort zone with food...once or twice.
first of all, the words. you have started to repeat things when we say them. you will say "night night" and "bye bye" and you definitely know who mommy and daddy are. you say "annie" but right now it still kind of sounds like "ahhhhyyyeeee", but that's ok. we know who you mean. she is your favorite person, you know. i want you to remember this now because in another couple of years i'm pretty sure you'll be enemies a good 70% of the time. right now though, you love her more than you love your blankie. and that's a lot. i'm going to start calling you linus the way you love on your blankie so much. i think it's cute though. you have a couple more years before i worry about having this conversation with you:
"I understand that you little guys start out with your woobies and you think they're great... and they are, they are terrific. But pretty soon, a woobie isn't enough. You're out on the street trying to score an electric blanket, or maybe a quilt. And the next thing you know, you're strung out on bedspreads Ken. That's serious."
that's from a movie called Mr. Mom from back in the DAY. it's an awesome movie, i'm sure your daddy and i will make you and annie watch it someday.
i digress. you love your sister, you love your blankie. speaking of love, you are getting really good at kisses. they are these big, open-mouth, drooly things and they are delicious...except when you have a runny nose.
you're a little sickie right now. you've got an ear infection (not a shock, buck-o) and a touch of the bronchitis again. it's a bummer. it makes you - an otherwise happy, contented, relaxed kid - a very crabby and sad little boy. i learned yesterday that you officially hate dr. mac. hate him. i think he has messed with your little wiener one too many times and now you associate him with pain. you have been traumatized and you remember it. when he walked into the room yesterday, you were sitting happily up on the table, eyeing him suspiciously, but not jumping to any conclusions. then, he grabbed that pesky tongue depressor that he likes to try to hand you to use as a distraction and you were not about to fall for that trick. instead you opened the flood gates and screamed and yelled and turned red and fought him off, with everything you had, the entire time he was checking you out. it's a miracle he could hear your lungs at all you were screaming so loud. wow. even annie could not calm you. i hate to break it to you, buddy, but we have to go back in 3 weeks and i'm pretty sure there is a needle involved. i'm sorry in advance.
in other news, you now know what a cow says. it's so cute. i haven't caught it on video yet, but we say "what does the cow say" and you go "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!" and then sometimes you tack on the "ooo" at the end. so cute.
the other big news from lake wobegon is that you have taken your first steps. i know! it's a miracle. you have started just standing without holding on to anything and hanging out and then you will start to move your feet and every now and then you get a couple of steps out before you fall. last night you took 3! it was amazing. you're going to be off and running in no time!
love you buddy, mommy
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