This is a few days late, but I think maybe I needed a little bit of time to absorb that you are officially TWO now. Even though you’ve been acting it (and well beyond) for some time, we can finally pin that number on you. Now when you’re, ahem, being yourself out on public and people look at you, I can say, “She’s 2,” and I get a knowing nod. All of the sudden, you make sense.
That’s not to say you’re not frequently – actually mostly – delightful. You entertain yourself more and more, to the point of cracking yourself up, and in turn, you entertain the rest of us. You will stop and dance to a commercial, a song on the radio, any music whatsoever. And every night after dinner, you grab your father and me to boogie down during the theme song to Caillou. Who has become one of your great loves, beside Barney and Elmo, of course.
You bounce. On beds, on chairs, and your favorite location, the couch (with or without cushions). The world is your trampoline. You grab on and jump, jump, JUMP! with the biggest grin and most mischievous giggle. You know you’re not supposed to do it, but you obviously can’t help yourself. And I should probably stop you immediately, but that kind of glee is hard to come by, and I find myself having to watch and smile for a few seconds anyway.
(Aside to family: we will not be getting a trampoline. That is just encouragement, and if I want a circus performer for a daughter, I’d prefer a trapeze artist, thankyouverymuch.)
In addition to bouncing, you love to climb. This gives me heart palpitations and gray hairs, dear, so perhaps you should limit such activity to when you’re alone with your dad, who embraces this part of your free spirit a bit more easily. Your curiosity is turned up to 11, and you have to know what I’m doing at all times. Or, more likely, you’ll explore things on your own. Like the salt cellar. Or the sugar bowl. Or the garbage can to find out what’s at the bottom of it.
You’re a bundle of surprises, busting out something new you’ve learned with a frequency that makes my head spin. You sing whole songs, start to finish, that I didn’t know you knew. I’m pretty sure you have a built in database for every child-oriented character ever created. This is the only way I can explain you insisting that Grandpa get you a Kai-Lan playset – by NAME - when we didn’t have any idea who Kai-Lan was. (And still don’t.)
When you fall asleep in my arms, I can’t help but stare at you, your peaceful face and the dreams I can almost see floating through your mind. I’m lucky to be your mom all the time, but it’s those moment I feel it so strongly it takes my breath away. And then we start the fun all over again the next day.
Love,
Mom
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