The Kid is Almost Two

 Dear Gabe,

These monthly posts are coming fast and furious. You are now 23 months old. In one little tiny month, you'll turn two. I'll probably keep writing you letters because I know you're only getting started with all of the new and funny things you're saying and doing so why stop now? Someday I may get tired of it but this right here is your baby book, so I've go to record as much as I can possibly recall. As usual, this month has been awesome yet trying. You are right smack in the phase of knowing what you want but not being able to tell us. It's a bit frustrating but we're making our way through it, trying to remember that you're not being cranky on purpose (most days) you're just baffled as to why we don't understand your grunts. So bud, this past month...

- You've continued being a sleeping champ. Your daddy puts you down by 8pm and you usually sleep until anywhere from 6:30 to 7:30 am. As soon as you wake up, you want some cartoons and you demand that we feed you.

- You are probably starving in the morning because your eating tapers off throughout the day. You stuff your face all morning, snack in the afternoon and pretty much refuse dinner. Your favorite thing is "noonies" which are noodles...or rice, you don't know the difference. You also can't get enough ice pops, but I mean, who can?

- You have become a dancing fool. Your favorite move is jumping, followed by the twist and "getting down low" and then getting "way up high". I think we owe this to the Wiggles, who you are beyond obsessed with. Now this goes against everything your parents ever wanted for you but what are we gonna do? We've got all the songs memorized and are even up on the Yellow Wiggle drama. For what it's worth, we're on Team Sam.

- You finally started calling yourself something other than Baby. Every now and then, you'll say Gabe. It's freakin adorable.

- You took a big family vacay down the shore with all of your cousins and had the best time playing with them. I kept you out late on the boardwalk but instead of falling asleep in your stroller, you looked up at me, grabbed my hand and said for the first time "home". It made me melt.

- You've been playing with all the little girls in the neighborhood, who are all triple your age.They come knock up for you asking if you can play and since all of their names end in A, you just call them all Beeba. No matter if it's Sophia or Olivia, they're all Beebas to you.

We love you Gabriel

Love,
Mama