You cried yesterday because Ninay took away the pillowcase you were playing with. I explained to you why it had to be taken away, but you were inconsolable. We were cooped up at home for four days running because you had a fever during the weekend and it’s been storming, so you were a bit on edge. I asked you, “Are you sad?” You stopped and thought about it for one second, and in the middle of a fresh sob, you shook your head and said, “Nooo! Mad!!” Your father and I immediately looked at each other, and it took all my will power not to burst out laughing. That was new and so unexpected. My dear sweet boy. It’s really good that you’re starting to verbally identify feelings beyond “happy” and “sad” now. You must’ve picked it up from the books we read together. We told you it’s okay to be angry, and after a minute of “calm down time” (different from a time out, where I occasionally have to wrestle you to make you sit still, you feisty little thing) and a couple of kisses later, we were all back to playing.
Last week, we took you to the play gym and you saw a nanny roughhousing with a 3 year old girl inside the rolling barrel. The little girl was screaming her head off and laughing. You and your dad roughhouse at home sometimes, but nothing that extreme, so it was something quite new to you. You didn’t know she was having fun and thought she was being hurt, so you ran up to them and tried tugging the nanny’s leg that was sticking out of the barrel to pull her away from the girl. If I weren’t so worried the nanny would accidentally kick you with her flailing legs, I would’ve laughed myself silly. My baby, the knight in shining armor. You make me so happy, you have no idea how much.
You are 21 months and 13 days old. This is my third letter to you this month. I am loving August and being able to spend more time with you. I needed this.