Today it hit me like a ton of bricks. You, my sweet angel, are almost two! How did this happen?! How did you grow so fast?! Where have the last two years gone?
I remember two years ago: I was awaiting your arrival with great anticipation. I must have washed your cloth diapers a dozen times–washing, hanging them to dry, folding them… I spent my evenings making a blanket for you, and dreaming of the day I could hold you in my arms. I watched video after video of other births, and prepared for my own by buying everything my doctor would need. I began to envision the painless perfect moment you would be in my arms…
Now I watch you play with your puppy, both of you a tangle of limbs and bodies. He pesters you by nipping at your ankles and following you around. You boss him around, telling him, “No!” when he tries to take your toys or jump on you. He’s a good fur brother for you to practice on before your space gets invaded by a real brother. He’s also your first thought in the morning! You come pitter-patting into the kitchen smiling long before your daddy. Without waiting for mama to make her coffee, you walk to the door. “Dog?” you ask, pulling on the knob.
You are a busy little girl! You are currently “cleaning” with a sponge, but it won’t be long before you are on to something else. I watch you play mommy with your babies, then set them aside to build towers of blocks. I couldn’t be more proud of you, my love! Your twinkling eyes flash mischeviously my way, right before your tower crashes to the floor spilling legos all over. “Uh oh!” you cry out with glee. It isn’t long before you begin singing the clean-up song, picking your blocks up to put in your grocery cart.
I know that one day this won’t be amusing, but I am proud of you for knowing what you want…or don’t want. Your wagging finger and firm, “No,” in response to my question regarding bedtime makes me grin inside. “Ale,” I ask, “Do you want to put on your pajamas?” “No!” you say. “Do you want to go play in the water?” I try out my fun version of asking you to take a bath. “No!” I hear again. Most of my questions are met with no–with the exception of one or two . “Ale, do you want a cookie?” “Si,” you say, smiling and reaching for a Maria.
“Pup,” you say to me, reaching your arms up to be held. I snuggle you for as long as you let me, but you have so much to do! Wiggling down, you run to your markers to write. A few minutes later you tell me, “Bye,” as you blow me kisses and walk away. You, my independent little girl, are so full of life!
Little Allie, your mama and daddy dreamed about your arrival two years ago–but those dreams just keep growing and changing with you. I hope you always take time to play and enjoy those around you. I hope you continue to keep busy with the things that interest you. I hope you always feel powerful enough to stand up for yourself and say, “No.” And I hope that you re never too big to want to climb up next to me for love and snuggles.
My almost-two-year-old, you are my all.
Lots of love,