I am enjoying a “Dada” phase, and I love the attention!
In the mornings, you look for me first and alternate calling “dada and “baba” (bottle). During the day you’re glued to one of my legs. At night, you collapse into my lap when you’re ready to wind down. I don’t think your Mom is bothered by playing second fiddle, *yet*.
We’re in Indiana right now visiting your Mom’s family, which means you’re getting a lot more face-time IRL instead of FaceTime app. I’m enjoying your nearly-constant baby rambling around the house. You talk about eating most of the time and wanting to watch “Moana.” You found a Santa figurine, “tanta,” in the entryway that you like to speak with in private like a Christmas confidant.
You are a rambunctious little guy on this trip and expressing it through a lot of tackling (me and Eliza) and climbing any furniture in sight. You might still be wired from the Altoids you snuck yesterday behind the couch to get a mint high.
You’re entertaining your Grammie and Popa with all the action and energy, but also proving your stamina against instruction. Your favorite toddler vice is climbing to the very top of the recliner couch, tempting fate, and giggling when your grandparents, Mom, or I try to persuade you to gently slide down to safety. Our commands have ranged from “Matteo, what are you doing?” to “Sit your ass down!” I’m sure Popa will be taking consecutive long naps to recover from this onslaught after we depart tomorrow.
I know this attached-to-me-daredevil phase is just that, but I hope it lasts a bit longer because I am enjoying being your partner in household adventures and crime. And your Mom will have to deal with being second-favorite a little longer!
Love, Dad