Girl’s Life

Hey, 2 years. You’re pretty cool, you know that? You’re fun and loud and messy and full of words and sentences and paragraphs that sometimes make sense, but usually just make me laugh.

You’re “Look, mommy–Choo train!” and “Uh oh! Sket-ee-oes.” and “I yove you.”

You are ornery about wearing your bib because you’re a big kid, but still want me to snuggle you in your big girl bed because sometimes there’s just too much room for little ol’ you.

You’re full of surprises, aren’t you, 2 years? Full of moments that make me stop in my tracks and just take note and try to remember everything. Moments of hugs and dogpiles with your little friends, big toothy smiles of accomplishment, water-splashin’ hand washing messes and cries for mama in the night.

I’ve been quiet here on the blog for the past couple weeks as I’ve watched you settle into our home. Two years, you fit nicely. You’ve got your kinks, for sure. (Can we think of another way to say ‘no’? I could really get behind that.) But this age fits. We understand you (mostly), and you generally understand us, too.

You’ve caught me on a good day, 2 years. And despite the demand for band-aids and stickers that always results in a messy tantrum, I think we’ll keep you around to see you grow and morph into two and a half, and then three. You’re a pretty good age. So just remember these words, and maybe remind me of them the next time there’s a meltdown in the middle of Target or breakfast gets thrown to the dogs because of the presence of the wrong spoon.

I’d appreciate it.