Nick Names: Smush, Little One, Rascal,
Height: 34 inches (49th percentile - this is first height measurement, not length, it’s normal for them not to stand up completely straight)
Weight: 29 pounds, 8 oz (69th percentile)
Teeth: All 20!
Words: Half toddler talk, half full sentences.
Favorite Things: Apples and Bananas, Riding his bike, Sesame Street, Kitties, Fire Trucks/School Buses/Mail Trucks/Any Truck, Baby Bumblebee, The color yellow, His brother, Any stuffed animal or soft thing he can bury his face in especially if he can pull the fuzz off and tickle his nose with it.
Sometimes I have a hard time time coming to terms with the fact that you’ll be two, since for me, time has stood still during this pandemic. Much like my desk calendar in the city, my mind is stuck in March. You know, back before you even knew how to walk? So how can it be that you’re two? On the other hand, it seems like I’ve been telling you forever that you don’t “get” to wear a mask until you’re two! Just a little bit longer to wait, we keep telling you. (Don’t think it’s lost on me that the biggest marker of you turning two will be that you need to be masked now - what a perfect snapshot of our world).
But you are two, and are fast developing into your completely own person. You are very different from your brother, which means your mind also works very different than mine. It’s so much fun to watch you discover things and react in ways that are a complete surprise to me. You still have the best laugh in the family, and when you get overtired you get so loopy and crazy, it almost makes it worth it.
I worry a bit that you’re too quick to gloss over your feelings, claiming “My okay!” minutes after an injury as you quickly try to wipe away the tears. Although, maybe you are. Because when something big happens, you relive it over and over. A balloon popped and scared you recently, and Tom comforted you until you stopped crying. You came over to sit on my lap and over the next ten minutes I could tell you were replaying everything in your mind. “Balloon scared me!” “So loud” “Dah pick me up!” “Scared me” “I sad.”
You seem quite thrilled with this family, kitties and all. You’ve always been first to chase them around, pick them up, and love to pet them. You’ve recently started to switch your parental preference from Tom to me occasionally, but your first love will always be for your brother. You don’t want to go anywhere without him, and want to do everything that he’s doing. You’re also perfecting your role as the younger sibling, by learning how to annoy him all day long. While driving in the car lately, E will say something, and you’ll immediately take the opposite.
E: “Look Mama! Trees!”
G: “No trees.”
E: “Yes trees!”
G: “No trees.”
E: “I saw them! Trees!”
G: “No trees.”
E: “Trees!”
G: “No trees.”
E: “Trees!”
Non stop. All day long. Doesn’t matter what you’re arguing about, but your brother will quickly break out in tears while you giggle to yourself.
G, you are our beam of sunshine and bring us so much happiness and joy. You are the perfect piece our family was missing, and I can’t wait to watch you continue to grow.
