Monday, October 22, 2007

Happy Birthday!

Dearest Miguelito,

Today we took you to Lula's to celebrate your birthday. We wanted to do something a little more special than usual, but you were tired from all the fun at Doodlebug (and getting up at 4:30am this morning!) so we cut dinner short. We three quickly shared a mushroom quesadilla appetizer, and our entrees were packed up before they even hit the dinner plates. The bike ride home was dark, chilly and misty--our first real fall weather--but you were warm and snug in the trailer with the rain flap down.

Once home, you played with the dining room gate for about 10 minutes: open, close, open, close, open, open, open, CLOSE! Then you crawled on to the kitchen. You stood and played with the sink cabinet lock for awhile, then tried to cruise along the garbage cans ("No--that's icky!") The kitchen tour ended abruptly when you unsuccessfully transferred your open/close routine to the Tupperware drawer. The drawer slid shut on your finger and you wailed with conviction. We should probably keep you out of the kitchen, but then you wouldn't be able to bang on the never used heat diffuser that hangs near the back door. (Or, we could do a better job toddler proofing, but as the plan is to move downstairs soon, we're holding back on a few things.)

We whisked you back to the dining room to take some pictures, but the light dimmer switch was dominating your attention. You not only figured out how to make the switch spin, you instantly figured out the connection between that action and the lights 5 feet away. On, on-er, off, off-er. . . .I could have held you forever, watching you figure out and control your universe.

But, there is no way you would let me hold you forever, no, not you, my go, go, go baby. You have wheels to spin, chairs to hide under, corners to play peek-a-boo in (my heart cracked the first time I realized YOU were the one initiating peek-a-boo), socks to pull off, books to chew, and doors to open, open, open.

1 comment:

T.C. O'Rourke said...

Somebody get that kid a haircut.

Damn hippies.