You Are Two

And I am crazy in love with you. You are our wild child with a huge heart and most endearing sense of humor. You are pretty much always at the top of your game... and demanding that I be at mine.

You love baby dolls and bananas, cheese and peas. You sing songs from the back seat, find lucky rocks underfoot and ask to brush my hair. You are curious and repetitive and claim my ear loud and clear.

You are attached to my hip and adore your Daddy, but you love your Buby best. He shows you the world in a way that only a sibling could. And you return the favor. You shout out "Look at me, Mama" 100xs a day, Show Off. You are not afraid of much, but nurses with needles send you over the edge.


You like hot showers and believe a simple kiss from me can delete any boo boo. You ask for sprinkles and then pick every one off. You flip through a book a minute rarely taking time to absorb. You spread lotion on your arms and legs whenever it's accessible. You are a good Mommy to your three babies.


You ask us to call you Stinky Feet and then laugh at your stinky self. {Between us, you smell awesome.} You like to run nakie and free. You are fiercely independent, except at bedtime. You own the temper in the family, there's no question, but it could be a toddler thang. You just started saying "I no like" certain people who you hardly know.


You remind me daily how Daddy once came to see you in swim class. I know that meant a lot to you. You like pockets and hoods, sneakers and jeans. You have no idea what the word princess means. You prefer chalkboards over coloring and swings over slides. There is no such thing as too high or too fast... in your world.


You are charming, unpredictable and more determined than any wee one I've met. I'd say you are as INsensitive as Buby is sensitive... in that your feelings aren't as easily hurt, your efforts deterred or your spirits dampened. You are incredibly strong in mind and body.

You narrate our entire day as it unfolds. You are 2T on bottom and 3T on top. You picked out strawberry and apple big girl undies from H&M but refuse to wear them. You want to help with whatever I am doing. Actually, you insist. You are so proud of the fact that you are two and can eat nut butters now. In fact, you tell everyone who asks your age.


You couldn't care less about TV. You love music. You talk about your gym buddies when we're at home but ignore them in person. You show empathy in your daily life. You want to know where everyone is and what they are doing, Little Miss Nosey.


You grow too fast. You are cool with sticky and messy, unlike Buby. You think every man in picture frame displays looks like your Daddy. But I remind you Daddy is more handsome. You are a better friend to older girls and competitive with ones your own age. You ask me to dial Uncle Billy on my cell. You have an impressive memory. If we discover it's anything like Buby's, I am scared. Naps aren't exactly your thing these days. You'd rather just roll with it, Mama style.


You are Bleu, and you are a fabulous two.