The most insane part about having a two and a half year old is how extreme everything is. Either she is the sweetest, cutest, most hilarious little person I have ever met or I want to drop her off on a secluded road somewhere and never go back. Some days she rolls with things and some days she flips out about EVERYTHING.
What is that all about? Also, I just can't get over what a GIRL she looks like in that picture. She's almost not even a toddler anymore. Sad, sad, sad.
I realized this month how many times a day I must tell Renee I love her because she has started saying “I love you too” when I say it. And I get to hear it a lot right now and it makes me smile every single time.
I love how awkward she is when she’s giving kisses. She has the whole hug thing down but she sort of scrunches up her face when she goes in to give a kiss and then turns her head at the last minute.
My absolute favorite thing is when she says that "Bizzle baby is in the hizzle." Referring to her brother being in the house after he wakes up from a nap. HAHAHAHAHA. We are creating a monster.
I went away for the weekend last weekend (which is why this post is very, very late) and she was ADORABLE when I got home. She was all shy and sweet and she kept coming over for a hug and insisting that she wanted to sit with Mama. She kept saying “I missed you SOOO MUCH.”
She’s really into reading books right now and it is so fun to watch her actually listening to the stories and thinking about the message. She’s memorizing them word for word and I’m totally amazed sometimes when she can “read” entire books to me, on the correct page with the correct inflection and everything.
She loves candy and sweets. Halloween was really the first time I had given her anything like that and now when she gets in the car after work to head home she says “You have something?” And when I ask her what she wants she says she wants something special. I ask her what is special and she says candy. Every.single.time.
She still will only watch Dora and it is driving me MAD. I keep trying to get her to watch a different show or a movie but she’s not interested. All of her cousins were curled up watching some Pixar moving over Thanksgiving and she whined and carried on until we took her upstairs to watch Dora instead.
She got a big girl bed this weekend and I'm not sure whether to think it is going great or going fine. I worry about her in there by herself. Yesterday, on day one, I went to get her from her nap and she was sleeping in the middle of her floor with her sparkly shoes on. Seriously? Isn't the bed more comfortable than the floor? And what is with the shoes? WEIRD. She slept through the night though...after taking a bit longer to go to sleep. I think she was a little bit scared.
I’m so glad to know her, to watch her develop. I look at pictures of her a year ago when Cameron was born and I can hardly believe how much she’s changed. Her looks and her vocabulary and her interests have changed but at the core she’s still my sweet little Mama’s girl who loves to curl up in that perfect little nook next to my chest and snuggle. She’s liked that spot since the first time I held her and she always is so calm and peaceful there. I dread the day when she doesn’t fit in that nook anymore. Stop growing, baby. Please.
it seems like she's changed so much since I've seen her! she looks so much like you. and yes, EXTREME is the perfect word for this age.
Posted by: kim | December 15, 2009 at 11:43 PM
Dude. Your first paragraph summed it up perfectly. Who knew that having a 2-year-old is the equivalent to having a 15-year-old in terms of the drama?! She is such a beautiful little girl, and I love reading about her development from month-to-month.
Posted by: Nicole | December 16, 2009 at 01:07 PM