dear annie,
30 months? can that be right? that means only 6 months until you are 3 years old. no. no way. you just turned 2. well, the good news is, your terrible twos will be over...the bad news is - from what i've heard from other parents - your horrible threes are about to begin. greeeeaaat.
in the past month, you have become more self-sufficient, more independent in spirit, more bilingual, more humorous, more manipulative, sassier, sweeter, more loving, smarter...and so much more. you are completely speaking in full sentences. there are very few things you say that are just small two-word phrases. sometimes i don't understand what you're saying, and i don't yet have the heart to tell you that you are speaking in run-on sentences and that is a great way to lose your audience...but we'll get there. after all, i'm not one to talk, i type-speak with ellipses all the time, and that's annoying too... ... ...
there is a fire in you, my little one. it is like a pilot light: it is always lit, and usually completely harmless, until it's not. until someone (like me or your daddy) decides to throw some gasoline on it and then there is this explosion. EX-PLO-SION. it must be that mixture of the dutch and the irish that created such a fierce little temper. almost daily you drive me to the brink of insanity. i worry that i won't be there for you when you are a teenager because i won't have made it through the toddler years without being relegated to a padded room. often i leave the room because i need to get away from you. often you will then follow me because you are good at what you do and you know how to drive me to the edge. you don't believe in my need for personal space. you will kick me, pinch me, hit me, scream, squirm, defy me at the mere suggestion of a nap or - god forbid - time out. sometimes i feel like i'm on an episode of "Supernanny", only i don't have the advantage of actually having her here to help. it's just me and your dad, trying to do the right thing, yet watching you spin (literally spin) out of control. we put you on the naughty step and you slide off it until you hit your head on the ground and it's our fault? we put you back on the step again and again and again and now it's not even for punishment for lord-knows what you did, it's just to get you to caaaaaaalm down for a second. it's impossible. it feels impossible. you are really good at being two. really good. my hat goes off to you.
you have the theatrics nailed. i wondered what effect your father and i being theater people would have on you...and now i know. oh boy. tantrums aside - because i don't feel like that takes much skill - you are at your best at bed time or nap time. you've started this thing where you are kind of whining and you get out of bed and you don't make eye contact with us you just say "mommy. i yuv you so much." or "mommy. i yuv you, too." it's hysterical. or if it's nap time - which you loathe - you will toss and turn over and over again and then you'll moan "i can't do it. i can't do it mommy. mommy. i yuv you, too." and you will manipulate me like this to see if i will respond. and if i so much as say "i love you, too", you will start smiling and touch my face and go "mommy! mommy! hi, mommy!" and you'll think you've won, that somehow i will decide to forgo naptime because you love me so much. well i'm on to you, munchkin. may the best man win. somehow i think that could mean you. but seriously, you should go on "Survivor" - i think you could win a million for sure.
oh, i make it sound like you are all evil all the time. but it's not true. although yesterday, after you got done watching "Dora and the Superbabies" i called you my superbaby and you said "no. i bad guy." and i was so not surprised. you love the "Thundercats" cartoon. almost as much as Dora. it's one of the funnier things i've ever seen. you know the theme song and honestly, you remind me a lot of your uncle jay when he was little. he used to run around the house and recite "He-Man" with his sword; you run around the house and say "Thundercats! Hooooooooo!" and pretend you have a sword. it's one of my favorite things you do. it makes you such a cool girl that you love Thundercats and swords.
anyway, you are not a bad-guy all the time. it does define a certain part of your personality at the moment, but you are also a really sweet, funny girl. like my mom says, i could drink you up. you are growing so fast, honey. stop it. be my superbaby forever. here you are playing in the swimming pool with daddy:
peanut, you are my sunshine. i wouldn't change a thing about you. even when you're a bad-guy. i love you so much, baby girl.
love, mommy
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