So. We’re a month into 2. Officially anyway. But you’ve been 2 for awhile now, and you’ve been practicing. And that’s OK, because you didn’t suddenly shift into craziness the way some kids do at this particular birthday. You’re 2, refined.
You’ve been honing your skills this month, and that includes whining and tantrums, as well as curiosity, independence, and silliness. I could do without the first 2, and the third can be a tad over the top (please don’t eat things you find in the flowerbed), but the rest (and more) are just starting to hint at the ball of energy you’ll become. You take delight in a great many things, including things you know will make flames shoot out the sides of my face, and it’s clear you’re sure life is a bowl of ice cream just for you. I hope I can keep it that way for you as long as possible.
There was a moment during a big family dinner when your grandpa rewarded your good behavior with your favorite tiny oatmeal cookies. He brought the container over to you with a flourish, and when he tucked in to give you a few, you took them and simply told him to leave the bucket, which you then reached over and took. We all looked at you, and the expression on your face told us that you were a cat that had just eaten the Cadillac of canaries and were enjoying every second of it. None of us will ever forget that look.
You wiggle, and giggle, and grab anything within your reach (which is considerably longer than it first appears). You love your brother beyond measure, and although there are moments he’d rather you went away, he adores you as well. He makes a point of kissing your head every night before he goes to bed, and if he doesn’t get to you before you’re in bed for the night, he’s devastated. You probably won’t remember that, and he’ll likely deny it later on, so I want to you know that I witnessed this time and time again and I have a memory like an elephant (just ask your father).
I’m sure you’ll be a constant challenge and surprise every single day. And I welcome that.
No, if you could just work of being excited to see me in the mornings instead of immediately asking for your dad…
Mom
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