you were so excited about turning three. your sense of time and age is so obscure right now though – a week ago you would still say ‘two and a half!’ proudly when asked how old you were and when asked when you were turning three you would say ‘in 3 hours!’ or (more accurately) ‘in march!’
you are now very sure that you are three. your birthday was everything you made sure it would be – “donuts, cake, ALL my friends and aunty adele” – and we had it in the same place as last year and had the exact same gorgeous weather as last year.
you had cards and presents arriving in the mail during the week leading up to your birthday and you proudly put them on your shelf and said you would ‘wait to open them’. (your ability to ‘wait’ amazes us). and on your birthday you opened mail from uncle red, aunty helen, oma & opa, ron & cathy, aunty anita and your GG. you open your gifts SO SLOWWWWWLY and you play with each present for a good 10 minutes before moving onto the next. you must get this trait from your opa. (he used to get a box of chocolates for christmas and make them last until the next christmas!)
my favourite thing in the world right now is how you wake me up around 4am to just say ‘mama?’ and i reluctantly say ‘yes?’ and you say ‘i love ya’ and fall asleep again. no matter how badly i need sleep, as my chiropractor casually reminded me, someday you’ll be off to college.
we can NOT believe how lucky we are to be parents of such a sweet girl. this next year is going to be all sorts of exciting.
all our love xxx
today you are two and a half (officially) and according to the theory that two and a half year olds are half of their adult height, we can now predict that you will be taller than both of us. you are 90 cms right now which means you will be nearly 5’11! so perfect.
today we had a conversation that went like this:
“mami, i’m going away”
where are you going?
“to the mountains”
to the mountains!? why?
haha, it is the funniest thing to hear you repeat our words back to us. Lately it has been “because!” with a cheeky smile and a little shoulder shrug. and then after i sort of laughed and smiled, you obviously weren’t done with the conversation:
“mami open the door por favor”
“because i’m going to the mountains!”
you’ve become the house translator. it’s incredible. your papi was in the other room and i was with you. you asked me what papi was doing and so i called out to ask him and he replied (in spanish) that he was getting changed. i relayed to you (in english) that he was getting ready (for work) and you quickly corrected me “no mami, he’s getting changed.” which pretty much blew my mind.
oh yeah, for some weird reason we decided to put you into a big girl bed. and it’s totally awesome. you love it and we love it cause we can lie down and cuddle you in the mornings and if you need us in the night and generally it’s just pretty cool. no big deal.
also you are now wearing undies when we go out and it’s no big deal. we never even potty trained you, you just know what to do and you do it like it ain’t no thing. which is so freaking awesome cause i was so not ready for the whole potty training thing and it’s like you just knew that you would need to take this into your own hands or you’d be in nappies at 5. the weird thing though, is that you still ask for a nappy so you can poop. when we put the nappy on, you literally just get up and walk to a corner, poop in your nappy and then come back and say ‘change me please!’ so we just have to figure out what to do about that.
you have pretty much stopped eating everything. what’s that about?
we have switched your rice milk to oat milk after reading some scary reports about arsenic. man oh man.
you love to run. you love to be chased. you love to dance. you love to sing. you love playdough. you love anything that makes a really big mess. you love your friends so much (most talked about at present are francesca, cecilia and stephanie!) and i’m sure if we bought a cat it would be the greatest moment in your life.
you have so much energy and you bring so much happiness and you drive us so crazy and we love you with more love than we ever knew possible.
all my love baby girl,
Well little one, here we are.
Today we were walking home from the park and I was carrying you and I was deep in thought. You turned to me and asked me in your sweet little voice “Mami? Are you here?” and it took me by surprise. I answered, “yes, of course I am!” and you smiled and said, “oh, ok!” and I have no idea what prompted you to ask it, but it felt so wise and so philosophical and so relevant to how i was feeling at that moment. I needed you to jolt me back to the present and so you did.
That’s what I love so much about these days – how much you surprise me. You ask me funny things, you make funny jokes and you somehow seem to say or ask the right things at exactly the right moments.
I snapped some pictures of you and I thought about some things that I never want to forget about how you are at 27 months old:
- how you love to push the swing with no-one on it and count ‘three, two, one, a la luna!!!!’ (to the moon)
- how you make up your own versions of ‘wheels on the bus’ and ‘hush little baby’ and they are genuinely hilarious and you know it. (Like, ‘mama on the bus says NO NO NO!’ haha, which i don’t!)
- how you are getting really excited about using the potty (much more so than we are excited about you using it) and how when you need to pee you get REALLY urgent in an exaggerated way and run around the house asking if you can pee in different things.
- how you pretend to be on the phone and say ‘hello, AMO!’ (i love you)
- how you’ve picked up ‘aqui’ and ‘alla’ instead of the english equivilent (here and there) and it is SO cute to hear you say ‘aqui Papi, aqui!’
- how you count to ten by saying ‘one, two, three, eight, five, nine, five, four, two, one, TEN!’
- how you LOVE to give kisses and cuddles to your friends
- how much you love babies. it’s so sweet. you talk about Baby Guy and Baby El (yael) and Baby Elijah all the time and when you see them your whole face is overwhelmed with happiness and you can just watch and play with them for so long.
- how you always ask us if we’re ok: ‘are you ok mami?’ ‘yes, i’m ok’ ‘oh good’. and sometimes it’s followed by a kiss or a hug.
- how brave you are with your eczema. you scratch and scratch and then you try to cover your arms and legs with your clothes so you don’t scratch and it is obvious you are in so much pain but you try to pretend you aren’t and you look up at us and say ‘i’m happy!!’ and you smile.
It feels like we went from not really being able to explain things to you, to you entirely understanding us to the point of even offering alternatives to suggestions we make. “Mika, would you like to have a bath?” “No, I wanna read books” “Oh ok, do you wanna bring me a book?” “Yeah, I wanna bring TWO books”
And then there’s the fact that as I’m typing this all out, I realise that a lot of what you say is only fully understood by me and possibly a little by people who spend a fair amount of time with you. As far as i’m concerned, we can communicate just fine. You correct me when I’m wrong and even then – people who overhear our conversations will sometimes make a comment about how funny it is that i can understand you. It’s hilarious – you’ll say ‘mama, i wanna rayree’ and i’ll be stumped…so I’ll be like uh…’a rayree?’ and you’ll go ‘NO, a RAYREE’ and so i will begin the guessing game until finally we’ll land at raisin and i’ll say ‘OH you want a RAISIN?’ and you’ll say ‘YES, a RAYREE!’ and there we have it.
i love you so much my little winter moon child.
One day you might ask me what you were like as a two year old and im sure my memory will not serve as well as i’d like. so this is why i am writing this. for you to hear about and for me to remember.
when you wake up in the mornings or from naps, you say ‘no poopoo mama’ just so i don’t have to check your diaper and you ask me for ‘milk’ and you ask ‘papa at work?’ and i say yes and you say ‘elaine at work?’ and i say yes (elaine is your nanny) and then you are happy that you know where everyone is and we get up and read books.
you still love to read books. over and over. by mama in english and by papa in spanish and to yourself in your own little language. you can finish the sentences of most of your favourite books, which include (but are by no means limited to) ‘harry’, ‘the lion in the meadow’, ‘the little house in the big woods’, ‘the worst princess’ and ‘a summery saturday morning’.
you say ‘oh well’ and shrug your little shoulder and it is the sweetest and funniest thing.
you have a thing for toes. you treat them like people and you like to say hello to them, kiss them and wave goodbye to them.
like most 2 year olds, you love bubbles, you love chalk and you love sandboxes. you also love to run and you can almost run fast enough that it’s an effort to catch you. the happiest place we can be together is exploring and digging at the beach or lying on the couch reading books.
you can eat a whole punnet of blueberries. you love tofu. you love miso soup. you love hummus. i can’t think of anything that you hate specifically, but you tend to give most things a try.
today when you got up from nap we were cuddling and you were drinking your milk and you stroked my face gently then sat up and gave me a kiss on the mouth. sometimes we just stare into each others eyes and both start laughing and it melts my heart like nothing i’ve ever experienced.
i love the way you call me and copy me and cuddle me and kiss me. i love that your face is always grubby and your feet are always bare. i love that your hair is messy and your spirit is wild. i love that i get to be your mama now and forever.
Today you woke up and your papa and i sang happy birthday to you and you listened to us curiously and then said ‘pancakes?’ so of course we made you pancakes.
You opened some presents from uncle vinny & aunty brooke and oma & grandpa and mama & papa. Then we walked to your favourite truck park on 70th and 9th and we met some of your favourite little friends. Baby Elijah was there and Jamie and Fyo and Emy and Kimbre and baby Guy and Zev and baby Yael and Henrik and Ernie. It was probably the best day of your life.
We ate fruit and hummus and crackers and mama nearly forgot about the cupcakes that we had hidden from you but thankfully you reminded me.
You are the sweetest, cheekiest, jumpiest, fastest, most loving little girl we could hope for. You run so quickly, you kiss us so much, you sing so beautifully and you jump so high. So many people love you and you are the brightest thing in our lives.
Love mama & papa