Two
This is what two looks like, my dear Val. Aside from that fact that it's unreal that you're two, here we are.
I'm thrilled to report that you're pretty much potty trained. This is just fantastic for us, it means no more diapers. Even though it means sometimes we have to pull the car over and find a bathroom, it also means no more diapers. The joy of that, I cannot stress enough.
Your language is just crazy. I think it's off the charts but if I actually looked up then saw that it was true, then I'd be bragging. And that seems wrong. But when you tell me 'I take a shower when my other mommy gets home,' I have to wonder how many other kids your age bust out with that kind of language.
Maybe they all do, I don't know. I just know you.
And you, my dear, are fantastically funny and smart.
You also love to 'fwim' and 'fwing' in any pool or puddle and on any swing that comes your way. We do our best to indulge your love of the water and the flying. Hell, we do our best to indulge you as much as possible.
Our next door neighbor claims that we're spoiling you by buying you Hello Kitty bandaids. If that's the definition, I can live with that. Because bandaids? They are small and not that expensive.
We are working hard with you on manners. You said please and thank you a lot, maybe more than seems necessary but I'd prefer it become something you do without thinking so we do it a lot.
You've also arrived in the terrible two's. So far, it's not all that bad, just some tantrums that we don't play into. You may finish them across the room, or wherever we send you to do this, then you can come back and talk about whatever it is that you wanted so badly you felt the need to scream bloody murder about.
I suspect that if we're consistent in this, it might pave the way for good behavior. But who knows, we may well have gotten it all wrong.
You've been in preschool for 4 weeks now and I wish I could say it was going well. But you cry when Andrea leaves you, and some days you have tears in your eyes when I pick you up at the end of the day.
I cannot tell you how much this breaks my heart. Please, please, start liking preschool soon so I can stop feeling like the worst parent in the world for having to send you there.
But other than that, you're doing so well. And we're still having a fabulous time being your moms.
Happy birthday, baby girl!
I'm thrilled to report that you're pretty much potty trained. This is just fantastic for us, it means no more diapers. Even though it means sometimes we have to pull the car over and find a bathroom, it also means no more diapers. The joy of that, I cannot stress enough.
Your language is just crazy. I think it's off the charts but if I actually looked up then saw that it was true, then I'd be bragging. And that seems wrong. But when you tell me 'I take a shower when my other mommy gets home,' I have to wonder how many other kids your age bust out with that kind of language.
Maybe they all do, I don't know. I just know you.
And you, my dear, are fantastically funny and smart.
You also love to 'fwim' and 'fwing' in any pool or puddle and on any swing that comes your way. We do our best to indulge your love of the water and the flying. Hell, we do our best to indulge you as much as possible.
Our next door neighbor claims that we're spoiling you by buying you Hello Kitty bandaids. If that's the definition, I can live with that. Because bandaids? They are small and not that expensive.
We are working hard with you on manners. You said please and thank you a lot, maybe more than seems necessary but I'd prefer it become something you do without thinking so we do it a lot.
You've also arrived in the terrible two's. So far, it's not all that bad, just some tantrums that we don't play into. You may finish them across the room, or wherever we send you to do this, then you can come back and talk about whatever it is that you wanted so badly you felt the need to scream bloody murder about.
I suspect that if we're consistent in this, it might pave the way for good behavior. But who knows, we may well have gotten it all wrong.
You've been in preschool for 4 weeks now and I wish I could say it was going well. But you cry when Andrea leaves you, and some days you have tears in your eyes when I pick you up at the end of the day.
I cannot tell you how much this breaks my heart. Please, please, start liking preschool soon so I can stop feeling like the worst parent in the world for having to send you there.
But other than that, you're doing so well. And we're still having a fabulous time being your moms.
Happy birthday, baby girl!
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