I used to roll my eyes, listening to parents tell how many times they celebrated their child's birthday that year... After we celebrated yours in Seattle with papa, we celebrated it again in Austin, with Nine, and again, at daycare, with your friends. Your happy face, your awareness of being the special child for the day - all worth breaking my views prior to motherhood.
We also went to the doctor for your wellness exam. You sealed your first two years of life at 88cm and 12kg.
Your linguistic development broke loose, and has been leaving us spell-bound daily... and sometimes sad. Papa's last night in Austin, you sat on his lap, and concluded your story with "I will never see you again." And when you and I came back from Seattle the other day, you said "I miss papa, I want to live with papa, I want to hug him..." and then you added "I want to kiss him."
When I'm driving: "Be careful mom, a car is coming."
At all times: "Do you want to play with me, mommy?"
Talking to the statue of a troll under a bridge in Seattle: "Bye Troll, I will come visit you again later," and turning to papa to explain your behavior, "I used my manners."
"I want a purple plump." - meaning, plum.
Tomorrow, you are moving up a class at daycare. This move is earlier than planned, but you are sharp as a knife, and you learn fast ,and you know and love the teacher and the students. So you'll be fine. Best of all, your teacher, Elena, will insist on potty training. Tomorrow we will go to daycare with underwear. No diapers!
Kiss
Mommy
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