Our baby girl turned two years old today! That is just crazy... I kept repeating this over and over to myself in my head but it is still crazy to think that we have a toddler in the house. I thought her turning one was special and the birthdays after that would be just full of fun and no tears from this mama. Boy, was I wrong. I am still teary. In fact, my eyes are all watery right now as I sit and type this blog.
My darling, birthday girl!
I can't believe it is been another year. Another amazing year full of new accomplishments, laughs, tears, giggles, and fun times. You've become such an amazing little person already.
You are patient, clever, and strive to do your best at everything you put your hands (or feet) on. You'll do things 10, 20, 30 times until you get them right.
Your favorite activity is to turn the music on and dance and jump around the house. You don't let me just sit around and enjoy the view. I need to be right there on the floor (without slippers) with you.
You love your gymnastics class. You've become quite a master at climbing, jumping, stretching and rolling. It is been three months since we've signed you up and you are already ahead of the older kids, who've been going there for a year. Keep it up, my little champ!
You are carrying and sympathetic. If you see someone in pain, you'll walk up and give a hug.
You love your grandpa. Whenever you see him, your face lights up and you have the biggest smile. You start jumping and yelling "Dede". He loves hearing you call him "dede" because right when you started "talking" and calling everyone by their name, you skipped grandpa for some reason. You would just point at him.
You are full time in daycare and you seem to like it. I am not going to lie, it was a bit hard to have strangers watch after you all day long. But we did it! I stopped worrying and trusted your teachers. You stopped crying after the first week and seem to like it now.
You love attention! Who doesn't??? All eyes and ears must be on you, especially if you are being cute and silly.
You are quite charming. Relatives, friends, and strangers always make a comment how lady like you are already.
You are doing OK with potty training. You always ask to go potty for #2 and we'll have to work on #1.
Your vocabulary is increasing every day and it is so much fun to hear you express yourself. You've started finally linking 2-3 words together and creating sentences.
You still don't talk that much, but I am sure our ears will be hurting in a few months or so.
You love to watch cartoons with daddy before going to sleep. You'll sit on his laps and I leave you two alone for 5-10 minutes. It melts my heart to see him hugging you and you having your arms around his. You have no idea how alike you are at that moment when you both so intensely stare at TV.
You make the cutest sounds - "Aaaah" and "Uummmm". For example, I tell you to put a sweater on before a jacket and you say "Ahhh". I say you can have a candy after diner and you say "Aahh". It is like a realization that you forgot and I just reminded you. I asked you yesterday where daddy was and you go "Ummm" (lifting your head up and thinking). These sounds make me laugh all the time.
You are just amazing, wonderful, and loving little kid. I can't believe I've been so lucky to have you in my life. I wish for you to always stay healthy (this is the most important part). I wish you life full of happiness and success. I wish for you to have as many close friends as you can. I wish for you to become a smart, independent, loving, and carrying woman. I can't even express my love to you in words. But I want you to know that I do and always will love you with all my heart. You are a jewel and the most precious treasure of my life.
Happy Birthday, my little lady!
With lots of love,
Mom
November 16th, 2011
My little guy is two and a half now, it's amazing the mix of emotions I feel watching him grow up. Pride, excitement, so much joy but then that sadness creeps in when you realize the little bug is growing up. It's something I never would have guessed prior to becoming a mama.
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