You’re TWO YEARS OLD little man! Holy moly you are so much fun. I’d say that I miss the baby days, and how are you already two, and what happened to my baby, etc. etc. But can I tell you a secret? I LOVE that we’re getting out of the baby stages. You turned two a couple of weeks ago now, and earlier this week you had your 2-year well check. Your birthday was a good one. The gathering was smaller than the usual crew we have, but it was kind of nice to have it that way. We had brunch and cupcakes with the family, then that night for dinner we had spaghetti… your favorite! Your well-check appointment consisted of you not wanting to put on that super cute tiny gown and being extremely skeptical of your pediatrician. I’m actually going to count that as a win, because it means you’re healthy enough you don’t see her very often.
Here’s a recap of your life at two.
The Stats: 34.37″ – 57th percentile, 27 lbs 6 oz – 42nd percentile… Still kind of a little peanut, but gaining in the height department.
Likes: Your sisters, anything your sisters are doing, spaghetti, eating cereal with milk and a spoon, reading books, pretending to vacuum, playing with cars, helping take out the recycle, helping unload the dishwasher, BIG TRUCKS and buses and tractors and dump trucks and garbage trucks (sensing a theme here?), dancing, your Papa, playing pretend.
Dislikes: Getting your hair cut, being told no, being in the car for more than an hour (that road trip to Wyoming may be to blame for that one).
Food: Your eating habits are kind of annoying actually. You can like something one day, then hate it the next. You’re especially hit and miss with veggies. You went a few months without eating black beans or refried beans, and now you love them both again. You don’t really like any meat unless it’s ground beef, ground turkey, or chicken nuggets. You still don’t really like to drink milk… unless it’s flavored by the froot loops you just ate. You love any kind of snack. You LOVE spaghetti. Like… you eat disgusting amounts of it. No seriously, we have to cut you off after the 3rd helping every time we eat it.
Movement: Watching you jump is adorable and hilarious at the same time. You’ve just figured out that you can climb up onto the bar stools in the kitchen. You love climbing into your own booster at the dinner table. You do everything you can to keep up with your sisters. You’re still a bit clumsy though. You have had the most bumps and bruises. After 8 years of parenting, you were the reason we made our first trip to urgent care! It was because you jumped of the bottom step of Auntie Kelli’s stairs and slipped on her hardwood floor. We thought you bit all the way through your lip.
Talking: I LOVE listening to you talk. You speak in sentences, but typically only your dad, sisters or I know what it is you’re saying. Your favorite phrases are “I got it!” when something falls on the floor, “Mama, all done work?” any timeI come out of my room during my workday, “Daddy, all done too?” when you’re trying to figure out if everyone is done eating dinner so you can get down from the table, “No thank you” when you don’t want to do something, “Love you too” sometimes even when nobody says I love you first and it’s often paired with a nice big hug.
Sleep: You are such a good sleeper! You go down, typically with no issues every night about 8:30. Probably later than you should given your age, but life is busy and sometimes we don’t even eat dinner until 7:30. You wake up each morning by 6:15 and you still nap for at least 2 hours a day, sometimes more. You’re still in your crib and I intend to keep it that way for as long as humanly possible.
You have such a fun personality. And you’re so chill. You’re such a character and you love messing with people. Sometimes you’re a bit shy to start out in larger groups or new situations, but you quickly warm up. You have an infectious laugh.
You sir, are one of my favorite people on this planet.
I love you,
Always trying to be like your sisters. No, I don’t let you actually ride like this when we’re driving. You’re still in a 5-point harness little buddy.
These trains at Grandad’s house kept you entertained for hours last week.
I love your blond hair.