Dear LBK,
In two months, you’ll be two years old. You talk non-stop, speaking in full sentences and commenting on everything you see, hear or think of. Your
dialogue is rich with description and detail. Just when I think nothing you say
could surprise me anymore, you say something so profound, I’m rendered
speechless. You observe things that don’t even register with me. You remember
things that I’ve long forgotten.
Here are a few things you’ve said lately that amazed me,
cracked me up, made my eyes tear up, or all of the above. I’m sharing them here
so I never forget.
You don’t want to go high on the swing. You want to go “really,
really, really” high. That car isn’t just fast. It’s “really, really” fast. You
always give me at least two “really’s.” The most you’ve ever said is five “really’s.”
We passed a white pick-up on our walk,
and you said it was a “really, really, really, really, really white truck.”
You’re amazed by traffic lights. Now that you’re facing forward
in your car seat, you can point out all the lights and tell me if they’re red
or green and if I need to stop or go. You chatter from the backseat, “red light
means stop” and “green light means go” at every intersection.
Whenever you want something out of reach, you tell it to
come back. At lunch, you dropped your sippy cup, and – with desperation in your
voice – you yelled, “Juice! Come back!” And you holler “Truck! Come back!” when
we pass a truck on the road. It’s so hilariously dramatic! I laugh every time.
Except when I put you down for bed and you don’t fall asleep right away. Then
you yell, “MOMMY! Come back!” and it breaks my heart and I go back.
“Mommy, you came back,” you tell me every time I reenter a
room. “Mommy always comes back,” I say. Now you say it before I do. “Mommy came
back. Mommy always comes back.”
At a friend’s house last week, you pointed to her and said, “Robin’s
shirt has blue and green stripes on it.” WHAT??!!
How do you know that?! Robin and I were both speechless.
I always tell you that the pictures you draw are beautiful.
Now you yell “Beautiful!” with every swipe of the crayon.
Lately, we’ve been going on walks side-by-side, leaving the
stroller and trike at home. You run down the sidewalk hollering, “No stroller!
No trike! Quinn RUNNING!” (You think it’s
just a nice evening stroll with Mommy, but it’s also Mommy’s sneaky way of
tiring you out!) Along the route, we collect treasures in your bright green
sand bucket, such as rocks, leaves, twigs and fallen tree pods. (Who knew a walk around the block could
take an hour!) Last night, you picked up a really, really, really big leaf and said, “This one’s for Daddy. It’s beautiful.”
In the bathtub, you counted the tiles on the wall and got
all the way to fourteen. Then you paused and said “A hundred!”
I handed you a piece of an orange, and as you put it in your
mouth, you said “Thank you, Mommy.” You’re so polite when you get something
delicious, which is another word you say when you eat a food you like. These
days, the only food you seem to like to eat is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. You eat a whole one for
lunch every day, saying “deee-licious” after every couple of bites.
One of your favorite stories is Curious George Goes Camping. George gets sprayed by a skunk in the
story, and at the end, the man with the yellow hat asks him, “George, what is
that smell?” I don’t know if it’s because of the way I read it or what, but it
cracks you up every time. To the point where you’re laughing so hard, no sound
comes out. Then we both start laughing hysterically (which is not very
conducive to a calming bedtime story, but oh well). Now you run around the
house all day long saying “George, what is that smell?” and bursting into
giggles.
After your bath every night, with the hood of your towel on your head and the rest of it flowing
out behind you like a cape, you yell “SUPER HERO!!” at the top of your
lungs as you streak naked
through house. ("Super hero" appears near the end of the 2012 recap video, of which I'm quite proud.)
Time has gone by so fast. I want to hit a pause button and
make these days – days filled with hilarity, surprises and discovery – last forever.
I love you,
Mommy
Linking up with the fabulous
Alison from Writing, Wishing
and Gailt from These Little Waves
for their Memories Captured
series. Click the button below for more beautiful memories.
