22 Months

Dear Mica,
You are my sweet and silly one, now 22 months old, fast approaching two.

Here is what you are up to now...

Quite the conversationalist
Now you say things like "orange" and "oh, wow" and "turnip."

It never fails to crack me up. I don't what it is about little kids' pronunciation.

Oh-rez

a-waw

tenp

You're game to say just about anything and you put your whole body into it, hopping up with the effort to push those syllables out into the world. You smile and mealy-mouthed sounds emerge as we all smile around you: papa, mama, ah-no (orlando).

You still wake up in the morning, climb on top of me, put your face right up to mine, and say, "Eh-uh-uh-uh-eh-eh-uh." You point to things and do the "eh-uh" song. You join in conversations by adding your "uh-eh"s.

We all humor you, especially Orlando, who looks you in the eye and says, "Yes, Mica, yes. Yes."





and Quite the Fashion Plate
Oh, man. You love your tie-dye.

We did tie-dye with the homeschooling smallfolk group so how you have two tie-dye shirts. Whenever you see either shirt, you start ripping off whatever you have on, exclaiming, "ky-ky! ky-ky!"

You have the same response to some of your other favorite clothes... the Christmas-themed pajama bottoms, the airplane pants, anything raucous and bright.




Will Work for Aliens
You're still banging away on your three major projects:

• Take all shoes off of shoe rack and form into a big pile. Try on mama or papa's shoes. Laugh.

• Stick toys, kitchen utensils, clothing, pens and pencils through the cat door. Open door. Take pile of junk and spread gleefully around the yard.

• Gather half a dozen animal toys. Group them on the table or the floor. Have them talk amongst themselves. Gather the toys together, move them to another location. Have them talk amongst themselves.

Will Dance when Happy (which is often)
This morning you came into the kitchen where Rom and I were talking. You were naked (brother must have helped you take your shirt off). You were jumping up and down, banging your belly and chest....

"dek-id! dek-id! dek-id!" you laughed and jumped and laughed and jumped. You literally hop around like a rabbit -- both feet off the ground, hither and non.

"dek-id! dek-id!" and then you got the idea to twirl around, which you did a few times. Then you lied down, face first on the kitchen floor with a big sigh.

When you do this happy dance (as I call it), you have the biggest smile. Your mouth is open, your eyes are squinted-up half-moons, your nose crinkled. Your face turned up in joy toward us.

Happy twenty-two months, dear silly one.

Love,
Mama