Beatrice at 27 Months

Dear Beatrice,

Today you are two years and three months old.

I'd say that we are definitely well into the "Terrific Two's", my dear. I refuse to call them terrible, even though sometimes they are rightfully so. It can be the slightest thing that just puts you over the edge, when you were so happy just a minute before. The words "Sorry, mama" that I heard so much over the last month come to mind. It's amazing to me how far you continuously progress these days. The sentences get longer. The feelings are told to us. The songs that you now sing verbatim. It's amazing, little girl.


This last month was a quiet one in our house, so I feel as though I don't have much to say. You spent a lot of time with your grandparents (your father's parents) over the last month due to some sicknesses going around our house, as well as us trying to get things done around the house (you'll know what I'm talking about in about 16 years when you will probably have to do your own taxes). Most of the time I didn't want you to go because you're so easy to have around these days. The problem is that you get antsy and want to go and do things, and the things that needed to get done around here were indoor activities, definitely not fun times for you.


TV is slowly becoming less and less requested (thank god!). I think it has to do with the great weather we are having and the time change. Instead of coming home when it is dark and cold outside, it's sunny so most days your father will take you for a walk or to the park after picking you up from daycare. This makes tube watching more difficult, because by the time he gets back (and sometimes I'm able to join you), it's time for dinner and then the bath and then night-night. You're still into "Cars" very much, but not so much the daily cartoons that we regretfully decided to Tivo every episode of.


You're still playing mommy to your little sister and continue to tell me that she is crying when she is indeed crying and that she needs her bottle (I've even seen you try to pick her up at times). You tell me things like this all the time. They're obvious things. The door is open and it's cold and it should be shut. Tiger and MooMoo need their dinner. You spilled your juice all over the floor. I'm not saying that it bugs me, it's just funny to hear someone state these things, when we as adults just think those things to ourselves. You say everything you are thinking out loud - and I mean everything. You're such a chatterbox, but I never tire of your sweet voice. And it makes discovery of things so much more interesting.


This past month has gone by so quickly, as they always seem to do these days. Though I don't feel like I've missed much with you, I do feel as though you are turning into a little girl. I can definitely say that you are no longer a baby. I get a little sad about it at times, only because I want to hold you and snuggle and most of the time you want nothing to do with it. I try to hold on to what I can - Certain things, sweet things, like you giving me a kiss and a hug for no reason at all. I take these things and put them in my pile of memories that make me feel better when things aren't going so well.

Have I mentioned to you lately how much I love you? I do. And probably more than you'll ever know.

Love,
Mama