Another month, another comment about your night-owl behavior.
At this point, I don’t think your Mom and I can “parent” you any better into getting to sleep before 9:30 p.m. You just like to stay up late and seem to get a second wind after Eliza crashes, as if you want to live an alternate only-child life. Your Mom and I conceded defeat and started watching the new season of Queer Eye with you last week, which we normally would do after you go to bed. Handmaid’s Tale is a little too intense for your age, but we can compromise on some shows if you’re really going to be this kind of late-night kid.
During the day time you’re generally running around the house in a pull-up or naked trying to find a ball to play with or asking us to make you water balloons. You treat the water balloons like eggs instead of throw them and that helps them last longer. Your potty training is going as well as it could. You’re more interested in peeing on bushes than in toilets. It’s just more exciting urinating outside, I get it. You get a sucker every time you try to use the potty. I’m pretty sure you associate the potty with suckers more than peeing, which is why you’re willing to sit down often.
I’ve commented in these letters before that “ball is life” for you, and that hasn’t slowed. We’ve established that you kick with your left foot and throw right. You also seem more comfortable batting left and can throw decently with your left hand. You’ll be a threat in whatever sports you choose. Basketball has been your favorite lately. You are kind to ask me to play and find a larger ball for me to shoot with on your 3-foot hoop in the front yard. We take turns shooting for sometimes up to 30-minutes, which I perceive to be a lot of focus for a 2-year-old boy. Your accuracy is solid within 5 feet of the rim. I shoot from more outside the 3-point line to stay out of your way. Sometimes we talk when we take turns shooting, sometimes we’re quiet for a few minutes at a time; the only sound being the thud of the rubber ball hitting the plastic rim and Greta occasionally barking at a passersby. It’s the best.
Between the late nights and sport-filled days, we both crash hard when you’re finally done fighting the sleep I’ve been waiting for. But I still try to stay up a bit just to watch you sleep and reflect on how much fun we’re having.
Love, Dad