Another belated monthday post!

Happy 29th monthday Domingo! You are very nearly two and a half and are acting every bit your age. These monthday posts are getting hard to write since you are not really making any new milestone moves, and I don't know what comes next besides getting your drivers license.
One thing I can do is list some things that you no longer are doing. You no longer say hipomotamo, or chipses. You are becoming so articulate in both English and Spanish that the cute mistakes that I love to repeat, like granillas instead of granola are disappearing before I have a chance to note them!
Actually this past month you really have made some pretty amazing leaps in terms of your English speaking. You pretty much are just as fluent in English as Spanish, and I'm slightly troubled to report you are choosing to speak in English when you are playing by yourself sometimes. You easily profile those adults who you think should speak English and Spanish, and speak the appropriate one to each. This means that you don't speak in Spanish to your Dad anymore, usually because he wouldn't understand what you were saying anyway. Your Spanish had passed his a while ago.
In other language news, you are now spelling your name and Amalia's name and are very interested in what letters spell what words. You always say you want to "count" things when you want me to spell them. It's kind of funny.
You are getting so rambunctious, and becoming such a boy. You now run and jump and push and spin and work yourself up in to a pretty good lather, especially when the twins are around. You love those girls so much, and are beginning to show signs of learning to play together rather than just tackling them, or ripping your toys away from them when they come over. Usually the games need to involved running around or chasing, but it's a start.
Speaking of playing, our pre-school search has begun in earnest this past month. I've been visiting schools, you had a "play date" with the French School (where we didn't get to see what went on in the classroom!) and we are applying to enough schools that I think you should be able to go somewhere in the fall. And if not, well, I am coming around ever so slightly to the idea that even if you don't go to school when you are 5, it's not the end of the world. So next year, all of the preschools will be open to you. That said, I think you are really ready now, and if we don't get in anywhere, we'll figure out something else for you to do to get you socialized!



This month you've also had a series of trips, slips, and falls. As you get older, you get clumsier. Or maybe it's just that you get more reckless or more confident in your movement which results in boo-boos. You've taken a tumble down grandma's stairs, which honestly was one of my worst nightmares, but it happened and no one was really injured, your big bruise on your leg went away in a few days, and now you are even more careful, on the stairs at least, then before. I'm there to scoop you up and kiss your boo-boos until they are all better. Luckily for me you are one tough kid. Even after a pretty serious bang up, you stop crying fairly quickly and are back playing before my heart has returned to it's normal pace. But you are now peppered with little bumps and scrapes and bruises that make me catch my breath when I see them. But I've learned something, that kids are going to fall and get hurt, it's better that I just get used to that fact and move on.

You are still sleeping in our room, but honestly it's coming to an end pretty soon. There is just not enough room for your growing flailing limbs. You are sleeping in your bed for naps without any complaints, but do want company if you wake up before it's time to get up. I think pretty soon we'll take on the big boy bed for overnights, but for now I'll just enjoy the close quarters. As you fell asleep tonight, I leaned over and sniffed your sweet little head. Gone is any trace of baby smell, along with all your chubby baby rolls and dimples. You are now all lanky limbs and skinny angles with only the littlest bit of pot belly left.

I recently found this picture of you from last year, and in one year, you've gone from round soft baby:


To little boy:


and I am so lucky to have been there for it.
Love,
Mama