I love to talk. And it’s not just to hear myself speak. I need validation, so if you don’t repeat what I say, I will keep saying it over, and over, and over, and over until you do repeat me. I will tell you all about the big trucks coming up (big cucks), or the bugs that I find outside (put bugs in bug home?), or how I enjoy picking the berries on the bushes (Riley pick beawies).
I have recently also developed a slightly uncontrollable volume level issue. When we get dressed in the morning, I like to put my own shirt on. Instead of saying, Can I put that shirt on by myself Mom? It usually comes out as “Riley do it himself! Riley do it himself!” Very loud. But when it comes to putting on pants, I usually say “Mama do it herself,” which means I only want Mom to put my pants on. I’m still partial to Mom helping me. Whether it is a diaper change or getting dressed, I will say “No Dada. Mama! Mama!”
I still ask for Cooper. This is more of a declaration, “Coco gone,” than wondering where he is. I will tell strangers that Coco is gone, too. But I am warming up to Tally. I hug her, and I give her kisses. And I say that she had soft fur. She won’t eat food out of my hand the way that Cooper did, and sometimes when she won’t take some food from me, I will throw it at her. But, in general, Tally and I are becoming fast friends.
My favorite thing this week is bugs. I caught some moths and put them into my bug house. I watched them fly (bugs fly!) and when they stopped moving, even just for a second, I will say “Bugs fall down.” We are studying bugs at school, so it is great that I just got a butterfly net and a bug house. When I took my months into school the other day, all the other kids loved to look at them. I think that they are much better than the class hamster. But that’s mostly because I think the hamster is out to get me. I tell Mom about the scary and mean hamster often. She assures me that it is a nice hamster, but I’m not buying it.
Chat soon,
Riley
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