I’m going to have a 2 year old in 26 days. Say whaaaaat?? I truly can’t believe it! I am trying to teach her to respond with 2 when I ask her how old she is going to be, but she just keeps shouting 1! 1! 1! Maybe by her birthday she’ll figure it out. I ordered her a shirt that says BIRTHDAY GIRL in pretty rainbow colors to wear on her birthday. It comes with a tutu, which I guarantee she won’t wear, but here’s hoping.
I seriously love her at this age soooooo much. She is hilarious and fun but still loves to cuddle with me. Her favorite thing to say is “I DO!” and I truly enjoy watching her grow into her independence, even if that means messy mealtimes or taking 12 years to remove a pair of socks. She still calls me mama, but has been throwing mommy in there too and I die every time she says it. I’m starting to contemplate potty training, and by contemplate I mean pretend like I don’t have to do it and instead hire someone to do it for me. I am really not looking forward to that. I didn’t get to see her this morning because the child slept until 6:50 for the first time in her whole life. My first thought was that she is sick, because when does my kid ever sleep almost 12 hours at night? I doubt this will be a habit, but look at how far we’ve come! I missed her little sleepy face this morning though.
She loves to point out colors and she loves shapes. She doesn’t know her ABCs yet, but we’re working on it every day. She still goes to gymnastics and music class and while she has come far in participating with the group and listening to her teachers there are still some days, like yesterday, that I am told she decided to go lay on the trampoline and ignore everyone and do her own thing. Don’t we all wish we could ignore everyone around us and go lay on a trampoline sometimes though? I sure do.
Here’s to a great February! It’s the shortest month but holds so many emotions for me. But we’re getting closer to spring, and that’s a wonderful thing. LOOK I RHYMED. I AM A POET.