A two year old is so many things.
A tiny discoverer of butterfly wings.
A hugger of teddies, a sweet sleepy head.
And someone to dream for in bright years ahead.
A lover of snap chat, Minnie, crayon art -
a little mouse I love with all of my heart.
At two years old, you weight approximately twenty-five pounds (you danced around a bit while standing on the scale, silly girl) and are 33.75" long!
And according to this nifty little thing on BabyCenter, you'll be like the girls on Daddy's side of the family - Italian and petite!
We're working on potty training (i.e. we have just recently started randomly putting you on the potty - you're more than willing to sit and 'grunt' and pretend to pee, but a few days ago - YOU ACTUALLY PEE-PEED ON THE POTTY!!! and nothing since.)
We had a Minnie-Mouse Bounce-Mouse party, and while you were the ONLY GIRL amongst your boy cousins and brother, you had so much fun!
Speaking of your brother - you two MOSTLY get along (even when he 'hugs' you a.k.a tries to squeeze your head off) and you love to watch him play hockey!
enjoying a bowl of ice/snow together
of course.
You have 16 teeth (been to the dentist already!) and next up are your two-year molars!
You climb - all over me, Daddy, our kitchen chairs, the stair banisters, you name it - you're our feerless little mountain goat
(you actually usually go higher than this...
on the top stair outer stair...
GIRL!)
And just when I think I've learned all the things -
what it is to have a daughter and the joy that she brings,
a hug or a grin comes with such sweet surprise -
that love finds me smiling with tears in my eyes.
You're a splashing spitfire sprite of a thing -
I can't wait to watch and see you take wing!
