Lawdy folks.. I think we are hitting the dreaded Terrible Twos already. This child know what he wants to do and he is going to do it by himself, whether I want him to or not. When I was a toddler, my mom says she knew I had an independent streak early because I would insist that I didn't need help. I would say in a very stern voice " I DO IT MYSELF". Hunter definitely has my strong will and hot Irish temper.
I am pretty sure my mom is chuckling to herself.
He got to log some quality time with his godmother, Aunt Tara, at the beginning of the month.
Don't let the side-eye fool you. He adores her.
His eczema has gotten much worse; it covers his hands, feet, arms, legs and occasionally patches crop up on his face and torso. We have an appointment with the dermotologist this up coming week and I swear it can't come soon enough. Trying to do the simplest things like wash his hands or even just hold his hands makes him cry in pain. It breaks my heart.
All of his teachers at daycare mention how great he is with words. I mean, he's not Henry Higgins' star pupil, but you get the idea of what he is trying to say. He is also starting to be able to put together small sentences: yeah I did. where mommy go. mailmans truck.
He loves to grab a cell phone or anything that looks like a cellphone- like a remote- and have "conversations". When you ask him with whom is he talking, the answer is usually Mem (my mom) or Pop Pop (JEGs' dad).
Let's be honest.. this kid is a gangsta and just a general bad ass..
|yeah I'm drinking my cuppy. What of it?|
..he didn't choose the bub life, the bub life chose him.
I know I say this every month, but every day you continue to bring us so much love and joy. I miss you when I am at work, and I can't wait to see your adorable grin again. Your hugs are probably the most medicinal things on this planet. I love you so much.