Today you are two years old. Technically, not until 11:07pm tonight, but the plan is for you to be long asleep when the official moment passes. As I write this you are squealing around outside my bedroom window on your latest discovery mission with a multitude of "oh, wow!"-s and "look at that"-s. And I sit here realizing I say both of those things much more than I thought I did. Some days I can hardly believe that you are two. I look at pictures of you when I first brought you home from the hospital, and I wonder where that teensy tiny baby went who didn't even fill up a whole sofa cushion. Then there are days when I can totally buy the idea of you as a two-year-old, because you are being very, very two right now. As in now I understand the phrase 'The Terrible Twos.' I don't think it is an accurate description of who you are most of the time, but some days it fits. Really, really fits.
As two approached us I have been amazed at how for the last month you look bigger almost every morning. Every day you learn to do something new or say something new. It is getting hard to remember what you were like even a few months ago before your amazing language explosion.
This month, if you had your own Facebook account, as some of my friends have suggested you should, the things you would "become a fan of" would include: Mickey Mouse; ice, something you have become obsessed with eating; big trucks, which will stop us dead in our tracks wherever we are so you can watch them go by; and outside. Yes, you are still obsessed with the great outdoors. No, I am not. But you love it so we go. And some days I even find myself having a really great time. You would also be a fan of swimming, apples, water, bubbles, the phrase "Oh wow!", and your Aunt Jen's famous cookies.
Later today we are going to have a little party for you with your cousins and Aunt Jen. Carrot Cake cupcakes are on the menu and I will probably get you a bunch of helium "boons" (balloons in Mackanese).
These last few months have provided you with a multitude of "firsts" - your first time behind the wheel thanks to Uncle Z :
first gingerbread house decorating...(where I heard from the kitchen: "I think he ate the chimney")
first marshmallow roast...
First fire building...
I love you so much,