Two year olds are the best in so many ways. You have a confidence about you that is unrivaled. You walk around like you own the place (no matter the place), with no fear and no regard for anyone else’s judgments. You give zero shits. I love that about you. It is also what drives me absolutely crazy.
When you don’t get a “snack” which to you means “candy”, you are legitimately, throw a screaming fit, pissed off. And you stay mad for a really long time. No doesn’t resonate with you. You think you should get, and get to do, what you want when you want. We’re hopeful, although realistic, that it’s a two thing, not a beast thing.
You started your last year of co-op preschool at Sandhurst with Miss Amy, whom you adore. I was a little nervous about dropping you off (one day I go with you, one day I drop you off) because last year, I couldn’t even go to the parent-ed room without you getting upset and ultimately coming with me. You though, surprised me, daddy, the mom’s at school and Miss Amy when you hugged me goodbye and ran off to play. It barely phased you. Most of me was relieved that the adjustment was so easy but a little tiny piece of me was sad that my brave tiny baby, was growing up and already showing signs of not needing me anymore. I do love how much you love school and how much you love your school friends.
Along with school you started soccer and dance class. You are really good at soccer. We get their early and you score goal after goal and when class starts, you listen to Coach Jack like I’ve never seen before. He spoils you by ensuring you get the purple balls and hula hoops. We dance with Grace, Adelyn and Eloise from school. Teacher Brenna has your heart and you’d rather sit with her than Mommy. My favorite part is when we do introductions and you race around the circle of spots and make a pose in the middle. You’ve never shied away from it and are always so proud with your pose.
You want to do everything that brother does so you and Daddy have been swimming together every Sunday morning while brother has lessons. And now, you don’t read books with Mommy anymore, you read with Daddy and brother. They read the cool big kid books and while it took you awhile to sit for those long big kid books, you’d still rather read with them than Mommy.
You and brother spent a week in Spokane without Mommy and Daddy. I was a little anxious but you and Kade were both really excited and barely wanted to talk to us when we called. You were too busy playing with cousins and doing fun things with Gramma and Papa to even care we were gone. You’d both rather stay in Spokane than be home, which is good, because we know how much you love your Spokane family.
For months you claimed you wanted to be a doughnut for Halloween. I think you didn’t know what you were answering at the time and actually just wanted a doughnut but you never wavered and ended up being the cutest doughnut ever. A year older this Halloween and being obsessed with candy, you were pretty stoked to go door to door collecting candy. The hard part was keeping you focused to keep going because all you wanted to do was eat each piece of candy as you got it.
Your crazy beast side came out strong when you decided you didn’t want to sleep anymore (again). You’d scream for what felt like hours. We were stressed out and you were determined. Daddy spent so much time soothing you and trying to convince you to sleep but you only wanted to sleep in Mommy and Daddy’s bed which meant if you had to climb out of your crib (while in a sleep sack!), that’s what you were going to do. That happened once and we thought it was a fluke. But damn. You are strong and you kept doing it(!) so one night, after you tried once again to throw yourself out the side, we converted your crib to a bed. I’d like to say that solved all of our problems – but it didn’t. I think you really want(ed) a big kid bed like brothers. But something miraculously changed and now you sleep in your own bed. It takes you awhile to fall asleep but instead of screaming, you are happily singing your school songs which means we can all rest easy in the evenings.
For how adventurous and brave you are in so many ways, you have a huge fear of the doctor, the dentist and mascots. The doctor makes sense. You remember everything, better than me sometimes, and the shots at the doctors office have left a lasting impression. Harry the Husky though, I’m not sure what he ever did to you!
You HATE Santa. For the past two years now we’ve left with a classic screaming kid photo (while Kade sits next to you with a huge grin). I can usually bribe you to do just about anything for candy and even candy didn’t work to get you willingly on Santa’s lap (or even to stand next to him). We went to Disneyland as a big family, with cousins, Auntie, Uncle, Gramma and Papa. You were fearless on the rides but when it came to even getting close to Minnie, who you adore, you screamed at the sight, even if we were 30 feet away. Mascots, definitely not your jam.
My happy baby is growing up into a strong, brave, albeit stubborn little girl. We love you, sis.