Two!
Dear Charlotte,
Today you turn 2 years old! That means that you’ve been alive for 730 days—higher than you can count!
You learned so much during your second, oh so active year. You learned to walk, run, feed yourself, use a straw, kick a ball, and to say “MINE!” You gave up pacifiers (that thumb is just SO much tastier, no?), moved into a big-girl bed, decided you no longer liked avocados, and served as the Niners’ good luck charm until last week’s fateful game when you went to bed before kickoff. You moved up into new classes at school (twice!), switched to a forward-facing car seat, and tackled your first ocean waves.
Little girl, you were very, very busy during your second year. You ran from spot to spot, danced your heart out, sang even when you didn’t know the words, splashed through each bath, barreled down the driveway on your car, and wore out countless pairs of shoes. You always accessorized, with hats or jewelry, and you even experimented with make-up (shhh—don’t tell Daddy I let you).
Words tumble out of you now—mostly as demands: “Daddy, SIT!” or “Mommy, UP!” are a couple of your favorites. But you also say useful words, like “help” and “please” and, one of your most-used words, “more.” And let’s not forget the crucial noun–verb combination of “I pooped.” You say “all done” when you’re not, and “water” for milk, but on the whole, we get what you’re saying.
A picky eater you are not, but you do have your favorite foods: chicken nuggets, bananas, cheese, strawberries, crackers (except the Earth’s Best ones—don’t worry, I’ll get the cheap-o, non-organic crackers next time, little one), Indian-style lentils (weirdo), and broccoli. You don’t like cooked fish, but you slurp up sushi. And though I had to question your parentage, you seem to dislike mashed potatoes. Even with gravy. (Gravy!) By this, I am stupefied.
You’ve discovered time-out, exiled in the yellow living room. You hate it and you cry. Here’s a friendly reminder, sweet, sweet girl: You’re not allowed to stand on your chair during dinner (or breakfast or lunch), and you’re not allowed to bite.
You’re as curious as ever, and you love taking things apart and putting them back together. Tools fascinate you, as do lids, caps, and Velcro. You can maneuver around an iPhone, and you love to film yourself. You laugh and laugh!
Charlotte girl, you’ve done so much in your busy second year. You’ve made us so proud and so happy. You’re the spunkiest, silliest, most determined little girl in the whole wide world, and we’re so glad you’re ours.
Happy birthday, baby girl. Your mommy and daddy loooooooooove you!
Today you turn 2 years old! That means that you’ve been alive for 730 days—higher than you can count!
You learned so much during your second, oh so active year. You learned to walk, run, feed yourself, use a straw, kick a ball, and to say “MINE!” You gave up pacifiers (that thumb is just SO much tastier, no?), moved into a big-girl bed, decided you no longer liked avocados, and served as the Niners’ good luck charm until last week’s fateful game when you went to bed before kickoff. You moved up into new classes at school (twice!), switched to a forward-facing car seat, and tackled your first ocean waves.
Little girl, you were very, very busy during your second year. You ran from spot to spot, danced your heart out, sang even when you didn’t know the words, splashed through each bath, barreled down the driveway on your car, and wore out countless pairs of shoes. You always accessorized, with hats or jewelry, and you even experimented with make-up (shhh—don’t tell Daddy I let you).
Words tumble out of you now—mostly as demands: “Daddy, SIT!” or “Mommy, UP!” are a couple of your favorites. But you also say useful words, like “help” and “please” and, one of your most-used words, “more.” And let’s not forget the crucial noun–verb combination of “I pooped.” You say “all done” when you’re not, and “water” for milk, but on the whole, we get what you’re saying.
A picky eater you are not, but you do have your favorite foods: chicken nuggets, bananas, cheese, strawberries, crackers (except the Earth’s Best ones—don’t worry, I’ll get the cheap-o, non-organic crackers next time, little one), Indian-style lentils (weirdo), and broccoli. You don’t like cooked fish, but you slurp up sushi. And though I had to question your parentage, you seem to dislike mashed potatoes. Even with gravy. (Gravy!) By this, I am stupefied.
You’ve discovered time-out, exiled in the yellow living room. You hate it and you cry. Here’s a friendly reminder, sweet, sweet girl: You’re not allowed to stand on your chair during dinner (or breakfast or lunch), and you’re not allowed to bite.
You’re as curious as ever, and you love taking things apart and putting them back together. Tools fascinate you, as do lids, caps, and Velcro. You can maneuver around an iPhone, and you love to film yourself. You laugh and laugh!
Charlotte girl, you’ve done so much in your busy second year. You’ve made us so proud and so happy. You’re the spunkiest, silliest, most determined little girl in the whole wide world, and we’re so glad you’re ours.
Happy birthday, baby girl. Your mommy and daddy loooooooooove you!
Happy Birthday, Charlotte!
ReplyDeleteShe sounds just like her daddy at that age.
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