I am not even sure what to say here. I am still completely in awe that we have reached this point. Sure two and a half sounds pretty benign. But something about the number 30- it feels so permanent, so large. You are probably wondering if I could write the number "30" one more damned time. yes I can. 30, 30, 30!!!!
Ahem. Now I can speak poetically about this past month. Your language continues to boggle my mind and you say some of the most wonderful things- Not wonderful to everyone, in fact others reading this might be gagging or rolling their eyes at this point- But not me. I LOVE your words. I love it when you yell GOD DAMMIT when you spill something, then ask for a "taper towel" to clean it up. I well up with pride when you are in the kitchen with me, and you ask for some "flavors" to put in your bowl. Flavors= Anything that comes in a small red and tan bottle. Just today, you were asking for the "OK song" and we had no idea what you were talking about, so we asked you to sing it. You hummed a bit and then words started to come out... O Canada? O CANADA??? Are you kidding me? My 30 month old is singing O CANADA? Where the hell did you learn that? Answer? Wonder Pets. Thank you Wonder Pets. I quite like the Canadian national anthem. In fact, when we get close to downtown and you see the big buildings you start in. I guess that episode had something to do with big beautiful buildings.
I hope upon hope that you will not inherit my grace. Or actually, LACK THEREOF. But so far, it is not looking so great. At least you have class. You slid off of your bed during story time recently, slid right onto your back, flat as pancake. You found it in yourself to say "I'm okay" and then as you were getting up you exclaimed "TAH-DAH." That is flair my dear. You have it in spades.
I have had to stop taking showers while you girls are awake. You see, about a week ago, I needed a shower- it had been an obscene amount of time since my last one and things were starting to smell. I put Jovie in the swing, turned on WONDER PETS (what else?) and left the bathroom door cracked so I could hear any shenanigans. To my relief there was not a sound. No cries, nothing breaking, no cats hissing. Miraculous quiet. But there was something peculiar when I returned... Jovie was no longer in the swing. She was not crying and did not look like she had been crying, she was simply on her tummy, marveling at the pattern in the carpet. How did she get there? My only guess is that you got her out. You. Picked her up and put her on the floor. She weighs over 18 pounds. You probably weigh 35... Over half your weight in woggly baby form. This astounds me. It was funny at first, but I decided it would be best for it not to happen again. Something could have gone horribly wrong and I don't want that to happen.
We just finished your third halloween. This year we let you pick your costume. I gave you the regular options- Pirate, Batman, Ghost-er (this is your pronunciation), Fairy, and (gulp) Princess. I tried to keep it pretty simple. To my relief you chose Fairy. Then you started telling people you were going to be a fairy... Occasionally you would change things up and say you were going to be a Spider or Tinkerbell- but most often you gleefully replied "fairy." I went about making a simple costume and it turned out great. If we could see fairies, they would look like you. You floated and bounced and giggled and danced. I love that I had complete creative control (therefore making my job VERY easy) and I know that will not last forever, so I revel in it. You were a purple flower fairy and you created quite a fuss. We went to Union Station and many of the pictures I took were unusable because people were gawking (I am sure it had NOTHING to do with the fact that it was the day before Halloween when we did it).
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| From October |
The actual Halloween night went great. You really get serious about it though. Very few pictures of you ACTUALLY smiling. You were plotting to get that candy in your mouth somehow... Even if we said no. The other slightly peculiar happening was that when people opened their doors, you wanted to walk right inside. Yep. What else do you do when someone opens the door to you? Luckily were cute enough to get away with it, and thankfully Caroline did much the same when she was your age- perhaps it is normal. At least for our family.
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| From October |
Wow I am wordy this month. There is more to come, go get some eye drops or something to keep your eyes from drying out.
Tonight was a special night. I thought I would try to combine you and your sister into one room. It was just a small trial, I did not expect it to succeed, but I was hoping for a surprise. The surprise was that you wanted to get in bed and snuggle with Jovie. As in, climb into her very tiny play yard and snuggle with her. I caught you trying enough that I decided it just is not time yet and I put Jovie down in her crib in our room. You were not thwarted. You wanted to sleep in that tiny crib. Ok sister- go for it. The thing is small and probably not terribly comfortable. It makes me wonder if you miss the security of an actual crib or if you just want to see what it is like to sleep in a mini-crib. Time will tell. I am going with the flow here.
It is awfully cute, how attached you seem to be to Jovie. She likes to pull your hair, frankly she likes to pull anyone's hair, but yours is closest. When I tell you that you used to do it to me, we have a good laugh or you say "JOVIEEEE STOOOOOP!!!!" and then I try to unmangle chubby baby fingers from your bed-head. You still love to hold her hand and apparently carry her around.
But this makes you no less my baby. You will always be my baby. Sometimes when I hear Jovie cry, I have flashbacks of you that wee. It is precious and beautiful and then I wrap my arms around you in the current time. I pick you up and your legs dangle far below my waist. You seem so big now. And you won't quit growing. You are getting to the age where you want to "do it togedder." Meaning everything I do, you want to do with me. I will forever try to accommodate this. A day will come, far too soon, that I will be the antithesis of cool and you will want nothing to do with me. I will take all the hugs and kisses and cuddles and tantrums and GOD DAMMITS. I will clean up the messes and give you a taper towel so we can do it togedder. I will let you put sprinkles on everything that resembles a dessert and I will let you color every blank sheet of paper in this house- because I love you and I want to freeze time. It is so cliche, but so true. Life happens so damned fast. I am glad I am part of yours.
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| From October |
Love you Mimi-
~Mamma
PS Words I don't want to forget:
Shenanigans= Sho-finnegans
Rhinoceros= Schrinoscerousses
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