I can’t believe you are already halfway through your second year. Â It’s been quite a year. And for someone who has only been on this planet for 2.5 years, you certainly have rocked my world something fierce.Â My life is so much sweeter with you in it.
I apologize right now for losing and not keeping up your baby book. And I’m still upset that I can’t find the envelope that holds your first haircut hair, but I will give you a little snapshot into your life that hopefully one day you’ll look back on and smile.
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You love to read about Thomas the Tank Engine’s stories.Â And you like to tickle pictures of him. Because I guess the underbellies of steam engines are rather ticklish.
I love that when you meet someone new, you are quiet at first, taking a read of the situation and then just turn on the charm. You are a good sharer.
With a bit of prodding, you do clean up your toys. Â Although you do enjoy your tricycle, you prefer to push it than actually use the pedals.
You ask me WHY a lot. Â When I ask you WHY you say, “because I need it/did it.” The student becomes the master.
Last night when I scooped you up, you grabbed my cheek and gave me butterfly kisses. Â You enjoy roasted brussel sprouts.
You have a very pronounced sweet tooth.
You love to run on your tippy toes. You have been known to greet the cat some mornings with a hiss. Although you still love her madly.
You love love love puzzles. You said the 25 piece ones were too easy. I need to get you tougher puzzles.
Child, you can be So. Damn. Stubborn.Â Â Sometimes.
You are determined to stay in a crib for the rest of the year. You told us you do not want to meet Santa Claus.
You love to sing and dance and play your little piano. Â You are on tune 85 percent of the time.
If they were giving out Olympic medals for playing Ring Around the Rosy, you would have certainly won the gold.Â Your favorite color is decidedly orange.
You grow. You grow. You grow.
You call all of your stuffed animals/dolls your friends as in, “Hey, what’s my friend doing under my crib?”
And this you must know–you are loved. Loved to the moon and back, my sweetheart girl.
I can’t wait to see what you do next!
21 thoughts on “Halfway through two.”
now I’m crying.
that was really lovely.
Oh oh oh! I didn’t mean to make you cry! But thanks for the sweet words, Andrea!
How sweet! You have a lovely little girl. 🙂
Thanks Jill! So very sweet of you!
Oh little Peachie, what a sweet and beautiful girl you are! Dottie you and I are so in sync some times, it’s crazy. On the long drive up from San Diego I was thinking, ” I should really write a little letter to Wolfie….I’m so bad about that kind of thing.” And then I read this. Well this was a masterpiece. And Miss G is the luckiest little girl in the world to have a mama such as yourself. One who is a strong role model, who is funny and silly, stylish and sassy….who sews like nobodies business, is whip smart but ain’t too proud to bust out a little Lord Gaylord novella every now and then.
xo to you both!
You are so very kind Alix–it’s so hard you know. But I will say being a mother has given me so much more empathy for all mothers out there. There is never enough time or energy and yet we do what we do.
And I can’t wait to read Wolfie’s letter! It’s so funny, we write about our kids, but sometimes in such a roundabout way. So, this was for her.
So, so, sweet. Someone once told me that the first two years feels like 30, and the next 30 years feels like two. So we should try to treasure the slow motion while we can!
Jody, that is EXACTLY it. I have felt every moment of these first two years, but at the same time, it all feels so long ago.
oh dottie!!! she is such a beautiful girl!!!
Thanks, Heather! How’s little Miss Pip doing?
You are so wonderful…such a lovely mommy. Your peach reminds me of mine…and your letter allowed a little tear to roll down my cheek. love to you and your family.
I think that the Peach looks like your girlie all the time! She’s so kickass–miss A is.
I need to keep up on Eleanor’s baby book. It’s hard to find the time. I definitely write in it as a letter to her.
Chris wanted to cut Eleanor’s hair while I was at work. He didn’t even realize what a big deal that first cut is and that you keep the hair! Amazing what guys do and don’t know. 🙂
What a sweet letter to the Peach. She’s lucky to have such an amazing mamma.
I totally cut Molly’s hair when Mike was away. He might even have been out of town. I know it was a Crazy Mom Moment, where I just could not stand looking at the little wolf-child shag one more second. I do regret doing it, but he’s gotten to do so much with her that I stopped feeling bad about it. Oh, babies. Dottie, we have to get our girls together more often.
Oh so sweet! I remember when Zelda greeted everyone with hisses. And yeah, that 30/30 thing is working out over here. Don’t worry, I lost the baby book at about the same age…guess where I found it? In the bookcase! Imagine that.
Ugh. I can only imagine about the hair cut. But now as a SAHM, you’ll be able to enjoy all of those moments! Congrats again on your new position!
this is so lovely. what a gorgeous girl you have! don’t feel bad about the baby book – i filled mine in for i think the first 2 months then it’s nothing but blank pages and guilt! haha
this is fantastically sweet and wonderful. Thank you for sharing. I’m inspired to do this for my son, who I never have time to write ” a line a day” about. Thank you, thank you. You are a great mama.
She is beautiful.
She has personality!
The red tricycle brings back memories……..
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hurray for peach!! ‘you grow. you grow. you grow.’ made me extra teary. she is going to love this!!! (and we are keeping the crib this year too!)
Great post! I miss the Poparoo so bad! I just got her the HOTTEST Xmas present- look for it in the mail (coming soon). Santa is lame anyways.