1 year, 10 months.
Dear Holly,
I believe the most appropriate term to call you these days is rascal. You’re old enough to know you’re being cute while at the same time being sneaky. And on top of that, your sincere curiosity only adds to the cuteness and the sneakiness.
As you are now becoming quite ambitious in your attempts to add words to your vocabulary, you have stumbled upon the word pop. A couple of weeks ago while I was holding you, you passed a little bit of gas… I knew immediately as I felt the vibration on my arm.
You looked up at me, as if you were asking for my confirmation, and asked, “Pop?”
I obviously immediately laughed: “Yes, good. You did just have a pop.”
To equate passing gas with the word “pop” was not something I could credit anyone in our family with. You just took it upon yourself to associate the sound you made with a word you already knew.
Therefore, you now make a habit of announcing every time you pop. But what I really love about it is that you continue to still sort of ask for my confirmation.
And now you have moved on to calling out everyone else’s pops.
Without surprise, you say “pop” a lot when your brother is around. He enjoys your special skill in identifying his mischievous actions.
I will say, I didn’t expect that you’d be able to identify what it meant to pass gas, or that you’d have your own designated word for it, before your 2nd birthday.
But hey, you have a 7 year-old brother. It comes with the territory.
Therefore, sometimes without me even realizing what I have done, you’ll look up at me:
“Daddy, pop?”
That’s your special way of saying, “You and I are the only ones in the room right now- and I know it wasn’t me, so…”
Then I have to admit:
“Yep, that’s good, Holly. Daddy had a pop.”
Love,
Daddy
