Dearest little imp,
You have truly hit the terrible twos. Early as always. So grown up. You’ve discovered the “joys” of temper tantrums when you don’t get what you want. You have Grandpa, Nana and Grammy wrapped around those little fingers, but we are hoping to train them to react how we do – after making sure you aren’t hurt, ignoring you. When you don’t have an audience, you definitely stop sooner. You are learning. We are hoping this teenage stuff stops for a few more years.
You still sleep with us. We’re able to get you to sleep by yourself, but after a few hours, you wake up and freak out. Full blown screams of terror. That, along with the fact we are hoping to move soon, we’re back to just having you sleep by yourself for naps. This is hard. So hard. I have faith, though, that you’ll be great at sleeping by yourself. As it is, when it’s bedtime, you plop down with your head on the pillows and pull the covers up over yourself. We are just about Toddler Bed time, I think that will help. Probably when we move, we’ll make the switch.
I am excited to move with you. We’ll live in an apartment complex, which will be sad when it comes to forest…but will be wonderful for you! There is a swimming pool and a playground and KIDS! Oh the KIDS! As it is, when visiting Uncle Matt, you will ask Daddy to open the door to the balcony, walk out with your little feet pitter-patting on the floor, crawl into the deck chair and sit. For 10, 15, 20 minutes, just watching the big kids run around and play. You are content. So content, just to watch. To absorb. To dream. When you get to touch or kiss or play with a baby? You are in HEAVEN! The other day when you went with me to meet with Leah, you were content when her kids came home, the two youngest were passed out asleep and her oldest was playing with you. Dream come true, for sure.
The way you are with babies makes me sure that if we decide to have a second, you will be a wonderful big sister. As it is, we have decided to hold off making that final decision in a few years. We know we aren’t ready for a second one now (mostly for financial reasons, but the memories of the pregnancy are still WAY too fresh in my mind) but we are also content with our family as it is. We haven’t completely counted it out, but in a couple years we will make the decision for yes or no. I’m cool with that. Having you as our one and only? I’d be totally fine with it. Totally and completely. Especially since you are a handful…but also a love. My dear dear one.
Your ability to completely and irrevocably make us fall hopelessly and madly in love with you is a major redeeming quality. There are moments when we understand why some animals eat their young…..your temper is like your mommy’s. But then, a heartbeat later, you do something that melts our anger away.
~When you tilt your head to the side and look up at us under your long beautiful lashes, a charming smile on your face. It’s guaranteed to get a smile from us.
~If you drop anything, it MUST be picked up. RIGHT THEN! A cracker at the restaurant? Down on the floor RIGHT NOW! The fork from your food? DROP AND GIVE ME TWENTY! A drop of water? Down and dabbing it with a towel QUICKLY! Course, this only relates to something you are actively involved in, which is why Grandpa and Nana’s house looks like a tornado blew through while we house sit.
~You know where your nose is. As in, if we actively ask you to touch your nose, you do it! When not distracted with anything else anyway. Next up, your ears. Hoping when you learn that, you will stop TRYING TO PLUG HEADPHONES AND KEYS INTO THEM!
You love sitting in big people chairs and when we go to restaurants, you most often sit in the booth with us. It keeps you content for longer and lets you be a big girl. Especially if you get a cup all your own. You do fantastically with straws and with real cups, as long as you don’t get too excited and spill it all over you. This past weekend, we discovered on our 3 hour drive down to see family camping, that you can screw and unscrew the lid on water bottles. Which you do often. You’ll unscrew the lid, pose, take a drink, pose, put the lid back on and pose. With a giggle or two. Before repeating. Like most kids, you love repeating anything, but especially when it has to do with drinking.
I love you, sweet pea. My precious brown eyed girl with the angelic curls.
Happy 18 months.