In nine days, you will be 22 months old. Two months from being 2 years old.
I can no longer pretend that you're still my baby. You are a toddler, with goals, and opinions, and desires all your own. And you are beginning to be able to communicate those to us (sometimes slow-witted) adults. And when we correctly interpret your latest word, you smile and wrinkle your nose, and bounce up and down, and clap for us, celebrating our success.
These moments are flying by so quickly. One day, you are grunting and pointing, and the next, you are clearly stating what you want. You are acquiring new words so quickly that I can no longer keep up with recording them, as I have done for so long.
You are fascinated with the alphabet. You have already begun to point out the letters and name them, and you even know the sounds that some of them make. My heart swells with pride when you point at H and say, "Ayychh. Huh" or at X, saying "Eck!" And you definitely know the letter M, the mmmmm that begins your name. And speaking of your name, when someone asks, "Where's Miles?" you have started to point at yourself, grinning at the silly person who had to ask.
In the car, you have begun to recognize where we are going. On our way to work, you say, "Mama wuk". If we go see Daddy for lunch, you say, "Daddy! Daddy wuk!" (You also explain to me that "Daddy wuk" when he is not at home). When we go to Aunt Ninell's house, you get all excited and start clapping.
And you're beginning to understand humor. This morning, as I was changing your diaper, you said, "Mama" and then a word that sounded kinda like "duck". I said, "Mommy's a duck?" and you giggled hysterically. And you fall over laughing when the bird explodes in Shrek.
In short, you are amazing. You are growing and changing so quickly, and it is a true joy to watch you.
I love you, with all of my heart.