Abraham,
These days we ask you a lot of questions like, “Where's the clock?” You grin and point with great vehemence at the clock on the dining room wall. Sometimes we then ask, “Where's Momma?” in reply to which you frequently also point at the clock. Everyday though, you are more accurate and amazing. You know where your toes are and can find our ears with great reliability. You have your mother's need for symmetry; if you point to one ear you must then turn our head and point at the other. You point to whatever part of your (or our) dinner you prefer. If you really like something, perhaps frozen pears or kale-flavored rice chips, you throw your point, like an umpire calling a strike. “I want that .”
We have a new mural on the wall of animals and things. It's half an alphabet. Someday I will get to the other half. We color it with you a little bit at a time. You are better now about eating less crayon and coloring more. I think you like orange. You point to the pictures on the wall and we say whatever it is. Somtimes we make the sound too, if we know it. Soon, the “I is for igloo” will make a cold, windy sound and we will color it very brightly, as if it were made of popsicle blocks.
Pa-