15 Months

Dear Max,

I love you tremendously, and you’re so cool.

Now, I know I throw that word around a lot, and I started your last letter off that way, but it became much more true in these last 3 months.

I’ve always known that you’re a whole person in a tiny body, but this last season has really proven that point. You know things that we feel like you shouldn’t know, and you talk so much more than you should at your age. Your vocabulary is vast and pretty varied. Paired with your uncannily understandable body language, you don’t have any problem telling us what you want. I read that at your age, most babies have just started talking, and know 5 words or so. It seems like you say 5 new words every day. You repeat all sorts of things you hear: Granny told you that a flower was delicate, and you smiled, repeating “Delicate”. Here is an extremely abbreviated list of things you say:

  • Mama
  • Daddy
  • Bertha
  • Ritchie
  • Da-pa
  • Da-ma
  • Nana
  • Donna
  • Spaghetti
  • Watermelon
  • Blueberry
  • Cookie
  • Cracker
  • Juice
  • Booby
  • Down
  • Bye Bye
  • Love you
  • Car
  • Tractor
  • Horse (I should have put this first-you love horses, and you say “Horse” 50 times a day)
  • Dog
  • Cat
  • Moon
  • Ball

I could keep typing-you seem to say any old thing that comes to mind. You call firetrucks “Woowooowooo” and roosters are “Cock-a”.

You want to play outside all the time. You are the most precious thing ever most of the time-very affectionate-but when you’re not getting what you want, you can put up a pretty sophisticated fuss. You make valid points, and a lot of times you talk me into seeing things your way.

Your eyes are very wise, and I’m certainly not the only person who notices.

You have not only mastered walking, but you’re pretty good at running, climbing, dancing and spinning too. You are really enjoying the ability to get around, and you run circles around the house, just for fun.

You spend 3 days a week with Granny and Grandpa (“Da-ma” and “Da-pa”) and you love that time. They let you play outside most of the day, and you are catered to quite royally. You love them, and you love the attention.

You laugh all the time. There are so many things that you think are funny. You really like to blow raspberries and giggle at the resulting sound. You love to play peek-a-boo as well. My favorite game you play is this: you throw a blanket over your head, then run around the house laughing hysterically like a mad man. You never run into anything, and this seems to be the best thing you could ever do. Sometimes you get so tickled you fall down.

How am I ever supposed to get anything done with this level of cute running around in my life? That’s the biggest problem I encounter-I want to spend every second giggling with you, but we’re running a business over here! It gets hard, and it is hard to find a good balance. It is so sad to drop you off for the day at Granny’s. I don’t like it at all, but you do, so I suppose it’ll do.

In the last three months, you have fallen in love with your Daddy. It absolutely melts my heart to see, except when it very occasionally makes me a little jealous. You ask for him all the time-you won’t even let him use the bathroom alone some days. You still love me, don’t get me wrong, but Daddy has your heart. You hug him, and kiss him and play with his hair. You laugh at everything he does. You wake up in the morning and you say, “Da-diiiiii?”

You got a car bed this week. It is blue, and awesome. “Car? Car? Car!!” You are actually sleeping in it, and you can just get out of bed when you wake up. You’ve really turned into a very big boy.

I love you love you love you love love love <3<3<3 you. All the way.

I’m so glad you’re spending your childhood with us. I promise that we’ll do the very best we can to always raise you right. I hope you will always trust the obviously strong and awesome voice inside of you. You’re clearly wise and we’ll do our best to keep you strong, and keep you you.

Fondly,

Mama

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