Dear Brayden,
Happy 21 month birthday, B! Â This month I’m not even going to try to make a list of all the things you can say. Â Your vocabulary list is so long now that sometimes I can’t even remember what you can and can’t say. Â Your favorite words right now are “up”, “down”, “push”, “pull”, “flowers”, “more”, “water”, and “juice”. Â You love your opposites although you sometimes get them mixed up. Â I love how you say “yes” (“ha”) and I hope you never, ever say it correctly. Â I think it’s just about the cutest thing ever. Â That and how you add an “s” to a lot of your words. Â Like “mores”. Â I know we should probably correct you, but I actually encourage it because I think it’s so cute. Â I love how in the morning you will stay in your crib and yell, “MAMA! Â DADA!”. Â Sometimes I will stay in bed and every time you yell “MAMA!” I will yell “BRAYDEN” back at you and see how long I can stay in bed before I really have to go get you. Â I don’t like it when you yell for us in the middle of the night for no reason. Â At least you’re not jumping out of your crib anymore! Â Thank goodness!
You love to hide. Â Sometimes when it’s just the two of us you’ll hear a noise and think it’s Dada (even though he’s at work) and say, “Hide! Â Hide”. Â You’ll hide for a minute before you realize no one is coming to find you. Â You also love to be scared and surprised. Â I think it’s fun to scare and surprise people so we have a lot of fun at that.
You will eat just about anything as long as you can dip it. Â Tonight at dinner you dipped your fries in cranberry sauce. Â That freaked me out a bit. Â At Pretend City last week you dipped your pb and j in ranch. Â That really freaked me out. Â But, I did get you to eat carrots by letting you dip in ranch. Â And you also tried hummus by dipping pita bread in it. Â
You learned to kick really well this month. Â And with your left foot, I might add. Â Just like your mommy. Â I think we have a left midfielder on our hands! Â Or maybe a kicker for UCLA? Â Daddy says you’re not allowed to be a football kicker. Â Too much pressure. Â I think you can handle the pressure though.
We took you to your very first UCLA football game. Â You had the best day of your life. Â Better than the San Diego Zoo. Â Better than Disneyland. Â We sat three rows behind the old man. Â You learned how to boo. Â You danced and did the Eight Clap and got the Washington fans behind us to be UCLA fans because you were so cute. Â You said “mores” when the band stopped playing. Â I will never forget that day. Â One of the best days of my life too. Â And we won. Â First Pac-10 win of the season. Â You’re their good luck charm. Â Â
I love how you bite your bottom lip when you’re thinking. Â You get that from me. Â One of the only things you get from me besides your crazy stubbornness. Â
Oh, and my boy can also say boobs now. Â He actually calls them “boops”. Â I guess he’s starting young.
I can’t wait to see what you will do next, B. Â I’m so proud of you. Â Every time you learn something new or do something different I am so unbelievably, crazy proud of you. Â My heart hurts I’m so proud of you. Â And although I’m excited to see you grow, I also hope you will never stop being my baby. Â Never stop holding my hand, giving me moochies, snuggling in the crook of my arm. Â I hope you always get as excited to see a choo choo as you do now. Â I hope you never lose your sense of curiosity of everything that’s happening around you. Â I hope you are always able to dance like no one’s watching. Â And even when you’re taller than me I hope you will always know that you will be my little B boy always and forever.
Love,
Mama
* Â All images taken with the Canon G10



