You turned 2 exactly 2 weeks ago.
You are a little thing, but a mighty thing. Always quick to exert your independence with every.single.thing. "I do-ed it!" rings in our ears all day long.
You are a girly-girl with the sweetest heart and the sweetest smile to match.
Today at your 2 year old appointment, you weighed exactly 24 lbs and were 34 inches long. You screamed and cried while you were weighed, measured and examined. At one point, you even tried to fold your little body into my belly. You would NOT be won over by the doctor, CMA or NP student.
But I knew you would do that. You are quite shy with most people you don't see very often. Not unlike me as a kid.
But you are quick as a whip, knowing many of your colors and even doing some counting. You are so very silly. Your brother always says, "Sydney's hilarious!" I have never met a sillier kid!
One request, could you try not to be such a stuntwoman? It's freaking your father and me out. Try to stop jumping recklessly off the couches and out of the car the second I unbuckle you. We would really appreciate that. We are quite relieved that your trust-falls-off-the-counter phase is over. It was completely heart stopping.
And I will try to take more pictures of you like I did for your brother. I will do better to photo document your growth and early life. I am sorry I have been really slacking at that.
Even though I have only held you, rocked you, kissed you and loved you for 2 short years, I feel like I have known you forever. You are like and old friend. Some one I have known and who has known me my whole life. We get each other. Completely.
I am so thankful every single day for you and your brother. Even though it means I never pee alone and have to share all my food with slobbery mouths. And my body is now forever "softer." Along with my heart.
So, I cheers my wine with your sloppy, drippy whole milk sippy. On to bigger and better adventures together!