Despite a morning of insisting you are one and deflecting all the birthday wishes to me (“Happy Birthday, Mommy!”), today you are two.
Baby girl, you are a wonder.
Your blossoming imagination is such a joy to watch. You love bubbles and will pretend just about anything is a bubble wand. After months of working on your jumping (you are nothing if not determined) you will now hop around the room saying “ribbit”.
You love taking care of your dolls and animals. This involves feeding them – a surprising number of your animals like to eat Odie’s food, it seems – and tucking them into bed. I cut a blanket into quarters so you have several small blankets with which to cover your slumbering friends. You will sit next to them patting their backs and telling them to sleep tight until they nod off.
While watching you cover up stuffed bears is perhaps the cutest thing ever, you also love to sing “rock a bye, baby” and fling dolls to the ground when the bough breaks. People would be well advised to use caution when you offer to lull them to sleep.
You love music and love to sing with your father and me. Sometimes, he and I will stop singing and point to you for a solo. All the “EIEIOs” belong to you, as do most of the animal sounds on Old McDonald’s Farm. We have family jam sessions where we sing “Baby Beluga”. You pound arrhythmically on a drum while I reign over the egg shakers. Bedtime involves many songs as well and the singing continues after I leave the room.
Anytime you hear music, you immediately start to dance. I hope you never lose this inhibition. The other day we were walking to dinner and you spontaneously burst into your famous arm moves. I asked you what music you heard and you replied, “I dancing in my head!”. Please always dance in your head, little one.
You might also be the most polite child I’ve ever met. Every small favor – opening doors, refilling your milk cup – is met with a cheerful “thank you, Mommy!”. You say “excuse me, please!” to anything in your way – animate or not. Even your occasional wee tantrums are primarily you stomping and insisting “NO THANK YOU! NO THANK YOU!”. Big emotions don’t stop you from minding your manners, it seems.
We read a lot and you have several of your favorite books memorized. You also have about 85% of Daniel Tiger’s musical repertoire memorized and bust out his songs whenever someone has to go potty (and should stop and go right away!) or needs to be reminded how much you like them (just they way they are).
You are so kind. While you demand kisses and ice packs for all your injuries – real or otherwise – you are also quick to kiss or grab an ice pack for anyone else who may be injured. This morning you held a Popsicle to my knee because you thought you saw a bruise.
As I remind you daily, you are my favorite tiny human. I can’t wait to see what two has in store for us.