Two. TWO YEARS! You've been in our lives for two entire years and it feels like I blinked and it whooshed by. We often stare at you and just watch. We wonder how you became the person you are, who you will become in the future, how you look nothing like us (or me), how you became so darn smart, how you went from 7 lbs/4 oz bundle of joy to a 24 pound sack of joy.
I remember being up late at night nursing you when you were just a few weeks old wondering if I was the only person on the plant who wasn't sleeping and why I couldn't form a complete sentence anymore. I wondered when I would feel like a person again not really able to comprehend (at the time) that your coming into my life really made me a person with a mission and made us a family.
You've become quite the nurturer these days and often ask, "You okay, mommy?" just to check in with me. It's a question I often ask you too. When we spend our one-on-one time together after school sitting on the couch watching Sesame Street with you cuddled into the nook of my arm eating your snack, you look at me and sweetly offer some of you food to me, "Want some, mama?" and then you try to stuff the snack into my mouth. When I take a corner too fast in the car or go over some bumps, you cautiously warn, "Whoa, Mama! Slow down, slow down!"
I'm thankful that you will have this blog as a record of our family of your early years, and I hope that you see this as your "baby" book because, well, it kinda is. I've kept monthly letters with pictures since August 2005 and wrote the story of your birth on your first birthday. I'm also going to do the same for your little sister too.
You've learned so much over the past two years, and we think you're pretty darn smart for your age. You continue to speak in full sentences, conjugate verbs correctly, and almost have the proper use of pronouns nailed down. Every phrase and word your dad and I say is repeated verbatim, including things you should NOT say. You've adopted many of my mannerisms and mimic my tone of voice, facial expressions and hand gestures. You're like a "mini-me" but without the brown hair and eyes. I think you're about to enter your "Daddy Stage" because you've been so focused on me for the last two years, we think it's about time you whine and cry for your dad too. Plus, your sister will be here in another 6 weeks, and well, we're hoping you are going to be okay with that.
You go pee pee on the potty at least once per day, and even pooped once (albeit on accident--you were trying to pee). We're not pushing the potty training thing because we know you will master it once you're ready.
You're third year of life is bound to be lots of fun, full of changes, growth and development. You will likely not remember your first two years when it was just the three of us, but I hope my stories about you here on this blog will be just another way we can show you how much you're loved and cherished every single day.
Happy Birthday, baby. I love you.