You’re 1 year and 5 months old right now and, to be honest, I believe you’ve reached your terrible twos a bit early.
Yes, you’re still my sweet little angel, but some of your behavior has been pretty suspect lately. You’ve developed quite an appetite for hitting people. I’ve traced this behavior back to El Bolson when your mother sent you into a band of gypsy children to play. The smallest girl, about your size, walked right up and smacked you in the face, a sort of Argentinian initiation I suppose. Ever since then… well,
monkey see, monkey do.
You’ve also become fond of pulling your Mom’s hair, and of chasing Kiki around yelling “SHOOO, SHOOO, SHOOO” while you whack her on the butt.
We’ve tried several different disciplinary methods to break you of these habits. Trying to reason with you is pointless. Your english is as bad as my spanish. I discovered that the most effective action was to put you in “time out.”
But, then, the other day you walked up, smacked me in the face, and then promptly turned around, walked to your time out zone and sat down with a big smile on your face. Bollocks! You are definitely your Mother’s child! A scrapper you are becoming.
Everyone keeps telling us that this is “age appropriate behavior,” so I suppose we’ll just wait it out.
In the mean time, I’ll just post some pictures that will embarrass you one day when you start dating, and I send this post to your suitor.
Don’t worry little one, Daddy still loves you, even when you greet me with a right hook.
Fun at the park in Esquel…
On a side note, we have found that your behavior is much better when we’re out in the wilderness, and you can run around like a crazy animal. For that reason, we’ll be heading back to Piedra Parada for another week, (remember the last trip here).
(NOTE: Friends and family, we’ll be offline until the 23rd.)