Thoughts From a 1-Year-Old

I'm Kaitlyn. This week I will be 19 months old.  My parents watch me climb on an old suitcase that belonged to my great grandfather and talk as if I'm giving a speech.  They laugh and talk about how I'm telling my life story.  They think they're so funny.  What is it with adults?  I'm trying to tell them important things--answers to all the world's problems and all they do is smile and tell me how cute I am.  I know I'm cute, but I don't find it cute that you aren't smart enough to understand the important things I try to tell you.  I climb down, smile, and walk towards them. "Maybe this will work," I think. I grab their hand and say, "Come with me," but those adults--all they hear is gibberish. I sigh and shake my head.  I lead them to my room and jump in my tent to talk to them one on one.  They start playing peek-a-boo with me and I completely lose focus and start giggling. Let's face it, peek-a-boo is the best game ever!

There are two smaller people that live with us--big brothers.  They are always wanting to hug on me, pick me up or help me do things.  I get so mad at them.  I slap at them, push them away, and scream.  I don't want their help.  I want to do things on my own.  I'm not a baby, you know. I do like it when they read to me or chase me around the house playfully. The bigger one lets me sit on his lap and we watch cartoons together.  I'm just discovering how much I like cartoons. I have to keep those brothers in line so while we're all sitting together eating dinner I point my finger at them and say, "EAT!" If I drop a toy or lose a ball and can't reach it I will get their attention, point to the item I want and say, "Go, go, go" and they will get it for me.  They are my servants and they do what I ask and give me what I need.  This is my kingdom and I rule it with pleasure.

At the end of the day my mom asks, "Do you want to go night-night?"  I shake my head and say, "Uh-uh."  Of course I don't want to go "night-night."  Have you completely lost your mind?  I want to keep playing. Why do they always ask me stupid questions?  They ask a question and then when I answer they have no idea what I'm saying.  It is so frustrating that at times I find myself stomping my feet, throwing myself on the floor, and crying.  I yell, "Why are you all so slow in the head?"  As usual, they have no idea what I'm saying.

I do have to admit that they have grown on me.  I love getting hugs from them and I love that my mom gives me snacks that I enjoy.  I love that all of them want to be near me and play with me. I'm just really popular around here--they all want to spend time with me.   My daddy calls me his "little doll" and my mommy says I give the best hugs.  I wrap my arms around you and squeeze tight and then I pat you on the back.  Okay, okay, I admit it.  I love them all.  I'm happy here.  We just need to work on their language skills.  I'll start that right after this game of peek-a-boo.