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My big girl, 29 months old. This month I want to remember…
- You may not fully understand that the baby in Momma’s belly will actually come out at some point, but I’m fairly certain you understand that there is a baby inside. You give him or her kisses almost daily, most of the time without any prompting from me. You rub my belly and say “baby side” (inside) and then give him or her a big smack. It’s really sweet. And your affectionate nature, in general, continues to be one of the biggest blessings in my life. You love giving kisses and you give me many every day.
- You randomly switched from calling us Momma and Dada to Mommy and Daddy. Not sure why. I always refer to myself as Momma. For about a week, you were exclusive. Now you’re using them interchangeably. The new titles are cute.
- You are whiny, girl. I used to be really judgmental toward parents with whiny kids. You are teaching me that, despite my No-Tolerance policy, you will still try. It really has nothing to do with you thinking you can get what you want by whining. If anything, whining gets you the opposite result because I really can’t abide it at all. It’s still your go-to. All we can do is keep being consistent I suppose. Eventually, you will figure out that it’s not an effective means of communication. I will say that I think some of it has to do with the fact that you maybe can’t speak everything that you want to, for lack of words. You’re smart and intuitive and you really look into people. I know there’s a lot going on in your mind that you can’t express yet and I’m sure that contributes. I’m sure that also contributes to the astounding number of “nos” we hear every day too.
- You have discovered your love for back scratchies and you will demand them now for as long as we’ll give them too you. Stop and we get pleading, “Mo, mo, mo” (more). 🙂
- You’re learning your letters. So far you know M, A, B, O, and I at least. Some of the time you can get a few others. And you love to repeat the alphabet after me, one at a time. I can understand maybe half of them. Good job, baby. You’ve come a long way.
You got your first salon haircut last month. I’ve cut your hair 4 or 5 times (just the back and your bangs, the sides won’t grow!). You try to hold still for me, but it’s really hard to do a good job. I figured you’d either be terrified and cry in that salon chair, or you’d take it really seriously and hold still. Luckily it was the latter scenario. I could tell you felt very grown up and you listened very attentively and did everything we asked you to do. Amazing, little girl. And you looked so pretty when it was all done.
Here’s a few of my favorite photos of you from this month. Playing in the park, being a princess, cuddling with Mickey when you were sick and feeling sad, reading contentedly in your crib one morning, your pretty little face. They all capture something that I want to remember about you.
We were 4 or 5 months late, but we finally got in to see your pediatrician for your 2 year physical. Momma had some crazy scheduling problems and your Doctor is one of the more popular Docs so we waited until we could get in to see him. You checked out perfectly. Healthy and happy and right on track. Even your verbal stuff, which was my only real question. The doctor basically told me to chill out, and you passed all the developmental milestones easily. Your body has caught up to your head a bit too. Your growth curve is right on track. Still petite, in the 27th percentile for height and weight.
I was so, so proud of you at this appointment. You have cried every doctor’s appointment we’ve gone too. As soon as we enter those little rooms you tend to freak out. This time I explained to you on the ride there where we were going, who we were seeing, what he was going to do (look in your eyes, ears, mouth, listen to your heart, etc). And although you were nervous, you totally pulled it together and trusted me. We brought along Snow White and I undressed her and got her ready for the doctor before I got you undressed and ready for the doctor. And I did my best to make the whole experience fun. Which, incredibly enough, it was. And Dr. Bruch played along too. You accidentally dropped Snow White when he first came in and he made sure to check her out before returning her to you. That pretty well won you over.
No tears at all, until the very end when unfortunately you had to get 1 shot. (And super unfortunately, they didn’t send us down to the lab to get it, so it was in the exam room. Boo. I like disassociating the doctor’s office from the ouies. Oh well!) And I did explain that to you too, before they did it. I told you about the little ouie you were going to get in your leg and your eyes welled up with tears and you stuck your lip out, but you didn’t resist. You held my hand and laid down and held still while the nurse stuck you. So proud. Such a brave girl.
And you did get your “num-a-nums” (candy) after your shot.
I’m sure there’s more. But it’s a start. Love you, big girl!