Monday, April 24, 2006

A Good Plan

So we’re days away from the 20 month mark.

Michael and I always struggle with the “how old is she?” question. If it is from another toddler parent, we can breezily say the 19 month or 20 month answer. But if you say that to people that aren’t toddler parents, you can see they’re kind of out of touch with counting months, because when you say it they kind of zone out for a few seconds while they try to figure out how old that is. I told Michael that pretty soon we can just say, “She’ll be two at the end of August.” That should help out the inquisitors, and save them from the task of calculating month-counts.

Sami is talking so much now. She has many recognizable words, and a few that she’s adamant about, but that we haven’t quite gotten up to speed on, and she’s a master at the nonsensical—but perfectly intoned and rythymed—jabber that amuses me so. She’ll give a running commentary on our daily doings and I can hardly stand it it is so cute. Replete with pointings and gestures and whatnot.

This morning Michael was kind of thinking out loud as we watched her eat her breakfast of cereal while we ate our bowls of cereal. She’s so adept at it now. Anyway, he says this, “You know, we just love her so much, and adore her so much. And she’s going to love us back, and think we’re the greatest for a few years, and then she’ll get to be in her early teens and think we’re idiots and not want to be around us. Then she’ll get past that and like us again, but then she’ll be in her late teens, and she’ll be ready to go out on her own without us. And how are we going to deal with that?”

I thought about it a minute, and I shrugged and said, “We’ll be pretty old by then, and we won’t have that much going on – so we’ll just go with her.”

He high-fived me.

Then he got her out of her high-chair seat, and took her in his arms over by the window to look outside, and told her what our plans are. She didn’t seem that concerned about it, so we feel like that’s a pretty good plan.