Month Twenty Three
I've been remiss in posting this, I think because I'm totally in denial about the fact that at the end of this week, you'll be two.
It's so true, my little baby has vanished, leaving a very loud, very funny toddler in her place.
We are having SO much fun with you right now.
Your language is off the charts. You say so many things so clearly and more than once you've shocked us by saying the same thing using different words if we don't respond quickly enough.
You run and climb all the time, at least as much as we let you. We're working hard on getting you to understand that it's imperative that you hold our hands while in parking lots. I totally get it -- you'd rather be gallivanting around doing your own thing than hanging on to us but still, it gives us a bit of a heart attack every time you try to take off.
Speaking of things you're doing on your own... Next Monday you start preschool. It's near our house, it's sunny and bright and you seem to like it a lot. We like it, too, even if it means you're going to be on your own with a lot of other kids. At this very moment you're visiting preschool, eating your lunch with the other kids while Andrea waits outside for you. We've visited a few days already. This time, when Andrea went to leave the room, you asked 'going to work, Mommy?' then went on about the business of eating your lunch.
This weekend, this Friday, you'll be two. I cannot grasp that at all but yet here it is. We are having a big party for you, complete with a badass water feature at the park and a Zoe cake, per your request.
We are so in love with you, baby girl. Happy Birthday!
It's so true, my little baby has vanished, leaving a very loud, very funny toddler in her place.
We are having SO much fun with you right now.
Your language is off the charts. You say so many things so clearly and more than once you've shocked us by saying the same thing using different words if we don't respond quickly enough.
You run and climb all the time, at least as much as we let you. We're working hard on getting you to understand that it's imperative that you hold our hands while in parking lots. I totally get it -- you'd rather be gallivanting around doing your own thing than hanging on to us but still, it gives us a bit of a heart attack every time you try to take off.
Speaking of things you're doing on your own... Next Monday you start preschool. It's near our house, it's sunny and bright and you seem to like it a lot. We like it, too, even if it means you're going to be on your own with a lot of other kids. At this very moment you're visiting preschool, eating your lunch with the other kids while Andrea waits outside for you. We've visited a few days already. This time, when Andrea went to leave the room, you asked 'going to work, Mommy?' then went on about the business of eating your lunch.
This weekend, this Friday, you'll be two. I cannot grasp that at all but yet here it is. We are having a big party for you, complete with a badass water feature at the park and a Zoe cake, per your request.
We are so in love with you, baby girl. Happy Birthday!
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