Dear Marshall,
Your father and I taught you how to wave. The funny thing is that we both realized, as we demonstrated by limp-noodling our hands in the air, that we’re not comfortable waving. There are many styles of wave, and neither of us has ever adopted a “signature” wave. You, however, now have a signature limp-noodle baby wave.
Now that you can walk, you like to do laps around the dining room table. Your father and I encourage you in this activity because it uses up some of your excess energy. Sometimes I crawl after you and we laugh as we go around. Then I turn it into a chase by saying, “Mommy’s coming!” You squeal in delight and jog a little faster. But Mommy always catches up and tickles you, which makes you giggle. Then I let you go and you start again. You’re so eager to play this game that I can initiate a round just by getting down on the floor and crawling. It’s a great way to distract you from being cranky or from trying to play with things that are off-limits.
Wave bye-bye now and run along!
Love,
Mom