I’ve gone from working on walking with stability, to jumping off of the steps, off of the couch, and between pieces of furniture. Although Mom and Dad really wanted me to walk when it was hard for me, now that I am running and jumping and diving, they think that it was maybe easier when I was just crawling. Whereas Emmett will look and assess the situation when he is deciding to do something, I will dive in head-first and hope that there is someone there to catch me.
Speaking of catching, Dad thinks that I have some serious talent when it comes to throwing. I was playing a game with him, where I ran across the room and, when he turned his back to me, I threw a squishy ball at his head. (Believe me, it was fun for him too.) And guess what? I hit him in the head every single time. He said that he couldn’t have done that. I was spot on, without fail. That’s some mad skills…
I just finished an art class, which, frankly, was not my favorite. It was all painting, and I am not really a fan of mess. I didn’t want to get my hands dirty with paint. I only wanted to squeeze the paint out of the containers. So, next month both Emmett and I are going to do swim lessons. First time for both of us, but we love the water, so Mom and Dad are hoping that it goes well since I can be very stubborn when I don’t like something.
In fact, I’ve heard Mom and Dad talk about how Emmett is kind of tough because he has very specific ideas about how things should go. But in reality, I am able to get much more upset and I am less easily distracted when I latch onto an idea. Anyway, I guess it evens out. In the end, we are both super fantastic, so that’s all that matters. Super fantastic.
I like to refer to myself in the third person. Riley’s bunny, I tell people. Or Riley pretzel? when I’m asking for something. I also like to tell on Emmett. Emmett trouble, I say. When people came over for my birthday party, Emmett has just gotten into trouble for smacking me, so I told everyone: Emmett trouble. Emmett hurt Riley. I sometimes like to reiterate how I feel about Emmett’s smelly bunny: Emmett bunny, yuck, I say. Mom’s favorite is when I ask: Mama snuggle Riley? She says it’s very cute.
Talk soon,
Riley
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