Monday June 11 ... 14 Months

Dear Rowan,

You are 14 months old, and oh are you a handful. People ask if you're walking and I laugh. My lord, you're running. You especially like to run and fall. On asphalt. In 1 week you had three nosebleeds.

You talk a lot, though it's mostly with your hands. Your words are still in your own language, and there is no Rosetta Stone for "Rowan". Your favorite signs are "more", "all done", and "food". You especially like to sign "more" when you're walking around and suddenly decide you want Goldfish Crackers. You sign "all done" when we're doing something you don't want to do, like going to bed.

You recently learned "cracker", which is one of your favorite things. You were pretty psyched when you signed it and I gave you a cracker. Pretty soon I'll have to drooling at the sound of a bell.

The dog also enjoys your new-found freedom to get your own cereal.

You do a lot of funny things, like pretend you're a super hero (really we just dress you up and you run around -- I don't think you can pretend yet.)

You love very strange things, like cleaning and brushing your teeth. And putting things in the garbage (almost always garbage) and the hamper (sometimes clothes ... usually my iPhone).

And you know how to use said iPhone. You have your own games, and can slide through the pictures.

You've also learned to make funny faces.

In the last month you've been to two weddings, and flown on two airplanes. You don't like being wrapped up on my back anymore -- you'd rather be running. You like walking the dog. And we still nurse at bedtime, first thing in the morning, and as soon as I come home from work. Like I haven't even put my purse down, and you're groping me. I'm taking that to mean "I missed you". It may actually mean "Bitch, where's my dinner?" We'll see when you learn a few more words.

Oh, speaking of words, Momma is trying to stop swearing around you, because you keep copying me when I don't realize you were watching. Like banging on the table and yelling, imitating me getting upset about politics. I'll try to be better about that.

Love,
momma

p.s. This is what your like looks like.