When someone asks how old you are, you proudly announce, “I’m two!” This is usually accompanied by you holding up your thumb and pointer finger instead of your pointer and middle finger. I hear Europeans start finger counts with the thumb, and thus you show two on your hands like an English or French child. Daddy and are proud of your worldliness with this display. Way to go kiddo! Excuse me, Manière d’aller kiddo !
Today you are officially 2-and-a-half. I don’t know if I want to tell you that for fear that you will stop shouting “I’m two!” These last six months of having you as a two-year-old has been wonderful! Two has brought discovery. You have discovered what you like and what you strongly dislike. You notice everything now! Everyday you learn something new or ask another question. Just the other day in the car we talked about the traffic lights and how they turn green and red. You shout, “Schoo Bus!” whenever you see one.
You adore your friends and talk about them all the time. You name every kid in your class and talk about them with affection. Today you even hugged each one before we left. They all shout “Bye Chalette!” When you leave. Two-year-old’s love to shout I’ve learned. With this adoration of your peers comes fierce competitiveness. You are not one to be pushed around by other toddlers and will vehemently defend yourself with a returned shove. Sharing and being nice are things you and your friends work on daily.
You still love Sesame Street but your interests have expanded. Any book or toy with Mickey Mouse is a favorite because of the hit TV preschool show “Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.” If Daddy and I are being honest, it makes us want to drive nails through our skulls, but you love it. Being an ever growing girly-girl you have discovered princesses and adore any book or movie with a princess. I am weary of too much princess because of the messages that can send little girls, but I like the newer princesses in today’s movies. Besides, your favorite princess is now my favorite too. You love Rapunzel from “Tangled.” I mean, LOVE her! You talk about how brave and kind Rapunzel is all the time. I like the “Tangled” story and I’m okay with your fanaticism. I try not to get tired of singing the song from the movie in the car over and over to you. I know it won’t be long until you ask for some other song and I’ll miss the “Rapunzel song.”
You love your baby dolls, blocks, books, balls, kitchen set, trains, dress-up clothes and games. You are on the move all the time. Sometimes we can’t keep up. You have improved identifying your colors and shapes. I can tell your fine motor skills are getting better and better when you color and play blocks. You are more adventurous with your food, trying new things that Daddy and I like to eat. We’re proud of how many fruits and vegetables you love. Sometimes we just have to tell you that “Rapunzel likes green beans” to get you to eat something. It makes Daddy and I laugh.
The potty is still a daily learning experience, but I have a feeling you will turn the corner soon. Especially as it gets closer to when the new baby will be born.
In the morning I ask you what you dreamed about. It’s always the same answer, “I dweamed about my baby sister! She took a nap wiff me!” That’s when my heart melts and I want to bottle you up at 2-and-a-half forever.
I love you, my darling, darling girl.
Hold her a little longer.
Rock her a little more.
Tell her another story.
(You’ve only told her four.)
Let her sleep on your shoulder.
Rejoice in her happy smile.
She’s only two-and-a-half
for such a little while.