Today is President's Day and you are 25 months old.
I thought I might stop updating this blog every month now that you're two, because usually a child's development starts to slow then. I mean, you're walking and talking. What else is there to say, right?
I could write a blog each day just about the stuff that comes out of your mouth!
For instance, the way you say truck. KOO-WA. It used to be GOO-WA, so you've developed the "k" sound, and sometimes it even comes out, KOO-WAK.
You're getting warmer.
Then there's, BOO-TEES, which is what you call my breasts and anything having to do with them. Boobs are BOO-TEES. Bras are BOO-TEES. Even panties are BOO-TEES.
While I'm on the subject of private parts, you are very interested in yours, and in who has and hasn't got one.
"Dada has penis?"
That's right, Foster, Daddy has a penis.
"Mama has penis?"
No, Mama doesn't have a penis. Only boys have a penis. Mama is a girl.
"Boys has penis."
That's right, all boys have a penis.
Thankfully, no one other than me and your daddy are ever brought up in this conversation. But, if Grandma was, she would be BA-WA, a variation of BA-BOO-WA, which is what you used to call her. And, Grandpa has evolved into PA-PA.
Another obsession you have is who has shoes on and who doesn't, and what has wheels and what doesn't. I have no idea why shoes and wheels are so interesting. They just are.
"Super Why has shoes on." "Dada has shoes on." "Mama has shoes off." "Me shoes off."
"That's right, Bud, Super Why has blue shoes on. Daddy has to wear shoes to work. Mama's bare foot. Do you want your shoes off too?
"Airplane has wheels." "Heater has wheels." "Table has wheels."
Yes, airplanes do have wheels. They go fast when the airplane is on the ground. You can't see them now because the airplane is flying up in the sky...
It's exhausting keeping up with you. Just as we're in the middle of explaining the wheels on an airplane, the little wheels in your head start to turn and you're on to the next thing...
"Airplane big. It gone be loud!"
You get the "gone be" honestly. That's my southern twang coming out. The southern twang I will deny until the day I die. I'm from Florida. I DO NOT have a southern accent. I just happen to say things short-hand like.
Be careful, it's gone be hot.
Or, maybe it's a Yankee accent I've got. Sometimes you sound like a Kennedy.
Foster, where's your cup?
What's on your head?
Or, maybe it's a Chinese accent I picked up while in China a few years ago that's rubbed off on you.
Interpreted, "I can't see anything!"
Southern, Yankee or Chinese, none of those describe the way you're saying words that begin with "s".
You used to say, S-NO, for snow. And, S-MALL for small. But now you scrunch your nose and blow snot out while saying SNOW and SMALL. I don't think that's something you've picked up from me or your daddy. But once gain, you're getting warmer.
Keeping you warm this winter has been an issue. We have a portable heater in your room (you know, the one that has wheels!) and earlier this week you said it was scary.
"My room carry."
Huh? What'd you say?
"My room CARRY!"
Your room is scary? Where'd you learn that word?
Your heater's not scary!
"Heater have eyes!"
Your heater does not have eyes!
Honestly, Foster, where do you come up with this stuff?
You've been wearing a "SleepSack" to bed since birth. It's basically a zip up sleeping bag. No sleeves. A wearable blanket, if you will. To keep you warm while you sleep, since you won't keep a blanket on.