I just got inspired to write you a letter each month. I hope someday, probably when you have your own children, you will look back at these and laugh at how silly your father and I were. I will apologize for not documenting each month before this one but hey better late than never.
Let’s get caught up. The first 12 months of your life was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. You grew from a worm, as Papa Tom called you (mama’s boss) into a little being that could get what he wanted and even let us know once in a while that you were hungry, or needed more (thanks to the sign language Melia taught you). You came to work with me for the first 9 months of your life. Everyone at work loved that you came because you never cried and when you were awake you offered smiles to anyone who would glance in your direction. You started daycare at Melia’s in July. Let’s be honest. You totally hated it. Every second you were there. It wasn’t Melia that you hated it was the change. After 5 or 6 weeks you finally came around and grew to love Melia. You briefly had to go to another provider but went back to Melia when she had room for you. You love her and Tristan is your best friend. Tristan is a bit rougher than you at times and Melia and I joke that with friends like Tristan you don’t need enemies! Your father is convinced we need to toughen you up and have you fight back.
The next 12 months were even better than the first. You went from sort of communicating to actually telling us what you wanted and needed. Man what a relief! You walked 2 weeks after your first birthday and haven’t stopped since. In February of 2006 we went to Disney World with Aunt Ali and Colton. Although you were young you enjoyed our time there. You were a trooper. You received your first kiss from a girl while we were in Epcot one evening and your father can tell you she was a Hottie. You tried to chase after and get her number but she vanished into the crowd. Sadly this second year of your life you spent in pain. If you didn’t have ear infections then you were fighting respiratory infections. We had to take you to the ER for the first time because you were so sick. Eventually you had tubes put into your ears and were sent to a specialist for Asthma. Since starting you on the Asthma meds last September you have been a different child. Happy and although you get the occasional cold you never get sick enough to warrant a trip to the doctor.
About 2 months before your second birthday you became a big brother. You were so proud of your baby sister Aspen. You would not let any of your peers near her. If a child came near her you would hit her. I don’t know what your logic was there but thankfully that stage has passed. You love your baby sister more and more everyday. You love waking her up in the morning with a yell “WAKE UP BABY SISTER, WAKE UP”. You just enjoy her company so much that you can’t stand for her to miss a minute of the action. You are very compassionate towards her. You get concerned if she cries. You usually will yell to her, “It’s okay baby, Big brother is coming”. It melts my heart!
The following months you spent growing cuter and cuter. For your second birthday your father and I got you a motorcycle. Crazy enough you loved it. In fact, 6 months later you are able to steer and control the gas completely alone. This past winter you took up skiing. You are a fair weather skier. You love it when the weather is perfect. Anything other than perfect and we need to pack up and go home. You also enjoy this sport because Tristan and his family usually meet us up there. We are hoping that the season lasts longer next year but you are definitely looking forward to Whistler next Thanksgiving, well at least your father is.
I think that brings us to date. This month has been a super month. You have learned so much. You just started talking in sentences. Most of the time it is understandable but sometimes your father and I have to just laugh and scratch our heads. It’s like deciphering a secret code. Your father is terrible at deciphering. I have excellent problem solving skills and I think you should go work for the NSA because your codes are tough. Thankfully, you are so very patient with us. You don’t usually have a breakdown when we don’t understand you just start laughing. Yes even at the ripe old age of 2.5 you find it necessary to laugh at us. Wise beyond your years I suppose.
You started potty training this month. You love the potty. You have been somewhat interested in the potty since before your 2nd birthday but we never thought it necessary to do any formal training. Finally we caved and decided it was time. To be honest, we were dreading it. Okay I was dreading it. Luckily you took to it immediately. You love to be a big boy! Getting you to poop on the potty proved to be a harder task than peeing. You had a situation early on that involved an “ouchie poo poo” and that derailed the training until we could figure a way to get you back on track. Daddy bought a new truck and you seemed to think that was your reward for going poop and have not had an accident since then. You walk around telling Daddy that the new truck is yours and that the yellow Ford is his. You remind Daddy who is in charge on a daily basis.
Now that spring is here you are always outside. You love to move rocks and dirt or whatever in your Tonka truck. You love to mow the yard with Daddy on the ‘tractor’. You enjoy making sure your sister can watch whatever it is you are doing. You have lots of pets at the moment. Cracker is your 5 pound Toy Fox terrier and Solomon is your Saint Bernard. You don’t really like either dog but you put up with their existence. You have 3 ducks, 2 large rabbits and lots of ‘wild’ bunnies that got loose and your father cannot catch them. The neighbors have no idea where the ‘wild’ bunnies came from. You also have 2 flying squirrels. Rocky is friendly and you let him crawl into your sweatshirt while you take him for a ride on your tractor. The other squirrel, whose name is unbeknown to me, is crazy. Your father hopes they make sweet lovin’ and have offspring. I think they stink up the office.
Easter was this month. You loved every minute of it. You began the day by eating a Reese’s Peanut Butter cup. Your father and I are breaking all sorts of rules by letting you do this but we don’t really care about those rules. You continued the festivities by having an egg hunt with Colton, Cheesy and Cindy. You wanted to hunt again so we hide them again and off you went. The candy continued to be eaten. When you couldn’t eat anymore candy you decided that you needed some Jell-O. Then you decided it was time to spin around the pole in the living room. This ended in you throwing up on the floor. Us Zimmerman’s really know how to party!
I really cannot wait to see what the future has in store for you. I do know that when you are around I cannot wipe the cheesy grin from my face. I love you!