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Friday, June 20th, 2008
dylan: sixteen months

Dear Dylan,

It has been 4 months since your dad or I last wrote you. We were doing very good with reporting on your every poop and pee until you turned 1. You have really blossomed in the past few months and are definitely now a toddler. You can go from the sweetest thing ever, to throwing yourself on the floor kicking and crying when we won't let you have water play in the dog's bowl. You find it funny when you have to go to timeout, and I have to pray to a higher power that you are just going through a phase and will be a perfect little angel when it is all said and done.



You suddenly went from having only 6 teeth, to almost 12 teeth in the past month. I know this is painful especially because you are getting your molars, but we are happy to report you no longer look like the lady in Efferdent commercials. You have learned to brush your teeth on your own (translates to sucking every bit of the toothpaste off of the toothbrush), and enjoy doing so while Daddy and I sing you silly teeth brushing songs.



You have multiple words in your vocabulary, and no longer use sign language that much. Although you do still sign the word "more" for anything from more food to more tickling. Your favorite word at the moment is "bubbles." We went to a wedding party with you where they had bubbles for the kids, after 2 tantrums on the pavement when we took the bubbles away, you relentlessly went around to everyone at the party and said "bubbles" non-stop for 30 minutes. At least you were not talking about Michael Jackson's monkey.

Lately you have been getting "Mama" and "Dada" confused and have started refering to me as "Dada". You have even referred to yourself as "Dada" sometimes. I guess that is better than other 4 letter words you could call me in the future.



You are very independent and insist on doing everything on your own. You love to give the dogs treats out of the treat jar, and if we did not limit you, Emmet would have to join Weight Watchers. You are really liking swimming this summer and even like going all the way under water. For some reason you are very afraid of floats, and refuse to go in one. I think it may be because your Dad traumatized you with some blown up floaties for your arms that were not greased up. He may have scared you when he gave you Indian arm burns trying to slide those things on. Women really must have gotten the majority of the brainpower.



When we send you to daycare, we dress you in some of the tackiest things and your dad fixes your hair like Pebbles on top of your head since we are letting it grow out. This is the way it has to be because you are not allowed to wear barrettes to school and all of your clothes get ruined at school. You would think your dad was Tim Gunn from "Project Runway" the way he complains about how ugly your daycare clothes are. I tell him, 80's one-pieces are so "in" right now. Your dad should enjoy these days of picking out your clothes, because one day you may come to him and say "Dad, can we go bra shopping?" and then he will really be less interested in what you wear.



So Dylan, please help me work on my patience after long days at work. You always know how to make me laugh, even if I am not supposed to be laughing at you. Your smile is infectious. If I had a dollar for every time your dad told you how cute you were, we would be living in a mansion on the lake. Keep being cute, and no matter what we will always love you!

Love,
Mommy