How the Time Flies

My Darling Moo,

You’re already two!!  I can’t believe how fast the time has flown.  I promise you that it seems like just yesterday we were celebrating the momentous occasion of your first birthday.  I’m not sure that I’m liking this growing up thing one bit.  However, I know it’s something you must do. It’s part of being human.

I’m just glad that I get watch.  Seeing how you change from day to day or even hour to hour sometimes is so amazing to me.  I don’t know how God does it but I’m totally mesmorized seeing how big you’ve gotten.  Your legs are so long now.  You get that from me.  Daddy’s not exactly what’s considered tall  for men.  (Don’t tell him I said that though).

Your hair is still curly but much longer than most kids your age.  I’m afraid to blow it out straight because I don’t want to mess up your curls.  I hate it when people refer to you as having ‘Good Hair.’  Like what does that mean?  Hair is hair.  And I don’t want you falling into any of these ridiculous terms and standards that society tries to get young girls to buy into.  I know you’re too young for that but still I don’t like when people speak that way around you.

Your summer tan is finally wearing off and I’m back to getting those funny looks like I’m you’re nanny and not your mother.  Don’t worry I’m used to it by now.  You’re becoming more daring and climbing up onto things like coffee tables, tall chairs and clothes baskets.  It scares me to take my eyes off you for just one second because you get into things so fast.

You’re going through your running and jumping phase.  Walking does interest you.  You run everywhere that you go.  To the bedroom. To the kitchen. The living room.  And boy, oh boy you can talk up a storm.  I always thought other people’s kids talked alot but honey you’re catching up!!  It seems like you learn a new word everyday and your sentence structure is getting better and better.  You’re showing an interest in knowing what things are and how they work.

I’m not sure what you’re going to be when you grow up.  I’m hoping that you’re not going to be one of those kids who changes their major alot in college.  But if you do, I’ll support you no matter what.  I know that whatever you do decide to do you will be passionate about it because you’re such a caring little girl.  You love to give out hugs and kisses.  You wave to strangers more. (That scares me a bit).

You’re trying to make progress on the potty training front.  Sadly, I haven’t been too well on my end thanks to my lack of energy and my morning sickness.  You don’t seem at all interested in the fact that you’re going to be a Big Sister.  I don’t know if it’s because I’m not explaining it to you right or just really could care less.  However, I promise not to neglect you.

We’ll have special Mommy & Me dates liking going to your favorite restaurant, getting our nails done and playdates at the park.  I’ll still rock you to sleep and watch Yo Gabba Gabba with you.  I know how important it is for you to still feel like you are a priority in my life when the baby comes and trust me you will be.

I love you and can’t wait to see what this year holds in store for us.