You turn 2 tomorrow. I know that all parents say they can’t believe it, that it goes too fast, that one day their baby is a tiny infant and the next a full-fledged kid. But baby girl, it’s so true. I can’t believe you’re going to be 2.
I may not believe it, but I am loving this age. Sure, you have your rough moments. When you hit your brothers or refuse to do as told. You say “No!” more often than I’d like and you’re already getting to know time-out quite well. You are strong-willed and spunky and just as vocal and determined as ever. You think you’re one of the boys, and anything they can do, you like to believe you can do better.
But then there are the other moments. The tender moments. When you can’t make a move without holding my hand. When I hear you call for me if I’ve snuck out of sight. How you lean back in my lap to sing the ABC’s. The time before bed, when you’re waving everyone goodnight and then you give me a kiss as we enter the room.
You are still funny, hilarious even. You’ll exclaim “Hi!” with a wide eyed funny face and then proceed to point at your nose, every time. Packets of ketchup and mustard have become must-have’s for your hands. For some reason, you’ve taken to putting a piece of tape across your mouth. Sometimes, I’ll put one on mine as well and we’ll try to talk to one another with closed-shut lips. Maybe I should keep that tape on my mouth more often since you repeat everything we say, even if you shouldn’t. Then, of course, there’s the outfits you find yourself, consisting of everyone’s oversized clothes but your own.
It’s hard to keep my eyes off of you. You light up the room, sweetheart. I love you. Now and always.
Your weepy Mommy