My little one is two. She climbs up slides, says “asshole” (oops. my bad.) and has decided she hates red peppers and will tell them “No” firmly while pushing them away. She is kind to animals but will not hesitate to mockingly meow back at our cat Arnold when he gets too vocal and has been known to shut the bedroom door in his face after telling him bye.
When she turned two it was like someone flipped a switch. This little person got sassier and has started exploring her own sense of self more while being even cuddlier and more into being a part of her parents world. She gives kisses and high 5′s on request (usually but sometimes she will tell you no) and when she is upset if I hold out my arms and ask her if she would like a hug she will get up and run into them for me to hold her.
I always thought I had something wrong with me when I was able to go to work after my maternity leave and not have it shred me like some mothers talk about. Now I get it. It happens every morning she wakes up with me and I have to kiss that sweet little face goodbye and look at the biggest brown eyes I have ever seen as they stare at me closing the door. I hate going but know I have to. Thankfully my job has odd hours and I know I will be back home to feed her lunch and play with her. I can’t imagine having to miss out on her whole waking day and only come home in time for bedtime.
She loves to be read to, loves Tangled and Frozen and will imitate the clock part of “Do you want to build a snowman”. She counts to 10, sings the ABC’s and loves Elmo and frilly dresses while still loving cars and trains.
Her second birthday cake featured Thomas the Tank Engine and she gasped when she saw him.
She just started holding hands, she will occasionally grab her fathers and lead him around the house, when she grabs mine she only leads me into the kitchen corner. I wonder if she is telling me something?