My little one, she is two.
Oh, poor third kid. There was no fanfare made about this birthday, whatsoever. Hell, I couldn’t even blog about it in a timely fashion – she turned two on Monday, and here it is, Wednesday. LAME. Coming at the tail end of the big kids’ school vacation week, and on the same day as M and I had a meeting to get the results of Daniel’s neuropsych evaluation, I didn’t even manage to make a cake. Thankfully, of course, she could care less. She’s too little to understand birthdays, and she doesn’t eat cake, anyways. She was happy enough to get serenaded with “Happy Birthday” about a hundred times.
She is a riot at two. As you can hear in the above video, one of her favorite new words is “funny!” Any time something makes her laugh, she scrunches up her shoulders and says “funny!” She has also, just in the last couple of days, started adding the word “I” to things. So instead of shrieking “did it!” when she accomplishes something, it’s “I did it!” (Or, in her actual prononciation, “hi did it!”) When she stumbles and falls, it’s “hi’m fine.”
Every time she sees my camera or my phone, she yells “cheese! picture!” But being a busy girl, I’m lucky to get one in ten to be even roughly in focus as she runs out of frame. And there are no recent pictures without some combination of messy hair, messy face, or a new bruise from running into lord-knows-what.
She loves to draw, and constantly requests I draw a kitty (a skill I needed to remember from when her brother and sister requested the same thing at her age). She is completely obsessed with the dog, a feeling that is far from mutual.
Oh, she can throw a screaming tantrum if she wants something and I won’t let her have it. That’s what two is for, right?
Happy birthday, funny girl. We’re so glad you’re here.