Maybe what I most want you to know is how much I like you. Of course, I love you. I have too! :) But really how much I like who you are becoming is what makes me smile so much. Sure, there are some days where "mommy needs space" but you also tell me that you "need space" too so I guess we are even! Considering how much time we spend together (I hate missing even a minute even though I need those minutes) we still want to be in each other's presence.
"Let's talk mommy, let's talk" If I heard this once today I heard it one thousand times. You make me use your Snow White doll, that your Grandma Marlyn gave you on their recent visit, to carry on a conversation. I, Daddy, or any victim that may be close by talks to you about what is happening in your life. The good, the bad, and the ugly is discussed with full disclosure. How adorable you are as you practice your hand movements like an Italian mafioso and say "because" too many times in one conversation.
You are mommies little parrot. You regularly copy me including moments like when I dropped a jar out of the fridge and said a favorite word of mine....oops. You walked around tonight saying shit, shit, shit practicing several times. I must change my language..I must increase the good words...I must. On a good notre I see you mimicking the lovely things that I want you to do. Like when you lovingly pat a friend's baby when he cries. Or when you delicately stroke a kitty and whisper sweet pet nothings into their furry ears. Hmmm I just love you so much. Too sweet. I also adore when you come up and pat me on the back just to make it clear you love me! Pure sugar!
Hurricane talking comes from those lips! Talking up a storm just does not cut it. You love to speak fast and are just now learning to speak fast enough to do that but the last few weeks to compensate for the lack of words that you could get out fast you just mumble jumble nonsense. LOL. You speak quite well when you are talking normally but when fast talk happens this is not the case. We taught you to say excuse me when you wanted to politely intterupt but I think that I may have taught you a tool of mass control. You hold up your little dictator hand and say no no no no mommy excuse me. Of course I will see what you want because you were being polite and the fact that certain days I think I may have met my match. The minute you detect Daddy and I may become the Bickersons you put up that same hand and say MOMMY MOMMY mommy getting higher pitched until we are laughing and you know that you have taught us kids a lesson in how to get along.
Trampoline. Nonstop. Bouncing bean of a little thing. You like it so much that Christmas night we were out jumping with you at 2 in the morning! I met my bad mother quota for the day and you got to jump. Two birds with one stone.
You had a blast and were a blast during our Merry Hannuka/Happy Christmas celebrations. We somehow blended both parts of the celebration which turned out to be a mini marathon present fest for you. Thank you dollar store for presents that thrilled a two year old. How fun it was that you grasped the concepts of what was happening. You helped me wrap presents, bake cookies for Santa, set out carrots for the reindeers, cook latkes, spin dreidels, assemble traditional Guatemalan Christmas eve tamales, dance in merriment, and circle the many parties we went to with ease and late nights.
I hate to label you as shy but when you are with someone new or in a new place you tend to be reserved. Make sure that you do not think that I believe you to be a wallflower...oh no! Just reserved. No amount of pushing you forward makes you budge towards being social. However, the other night I had a gentleman come to the house to purchase a chandelier I was selling. Your friend Leia was over and you both were playing while I showed him the light. You walked in and he said hello and I expected you to leave but no you said hi back! Then you even introduced Leia to the man! Shock. "Hi, this is my friend Leia"!
Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Who is the fairest talker of all? You carry on conversations with the mirror. I cannot help but secretly watch you as you converse with yourself/mirror. So cute. If you see me looking game over. So I sneak looking at you.
You adore your friends. Your best galpal is Leia. You frequently talk about her when she is not here and when you both are together it is nonstop giggling. It warms my heart to watch you both play. I hope it is a lifelong friendship that is started this early. I have friends that I grew up with and Leia is like your family. We do Shabbat every Friday together, babygroup on Wednesdays, and the Perry's house on Sundays!
I miss when you were a baby. I love the age that you are now. I cannot wait for tomorrow. I like all of your ages. You are such a happy child!