I swear, you guys. Two is magic.
Yes, it's hard. Gracie has opinions about everything, and we're no strangers to feet-kicking, scream-at-the-top-of-your-lungs tantrums. She's still learning what "share" means, and her mood can shift from sweet to sour faster than you can even imagine.
She's also been cutting her two-year molars, and I notice a marked difference in her demeanor every time another tooth comes through. (Hallelujah that we're almost done with this teething madness.)
But when it's good? It's so good.
She's into everything I'm doing. If my hair is down, she wants hers down (even if that involves ripping out her bow and her "pony"). If I'm wearing a kimono (always), she runs to her closet and reaches for one of her "'monos" to wear, too. She'll just lean in and lay her head on my shoulder to be a little closer, and it slays me.
She has also been saying the funniest things. Just this weekend, I caught an adorable video of her telling me, "I cooking right now. . . . I busy!" as I was trying to get her down for a nap. Convenient timing, kid. . .
When something upsets her, she says, "That hurt my feelings, Mommy. That hurt my heart." And then I crumble into a million little pieces.
She knows she's cute, which makes her even cuter. And difficult to discipline.
I don't mean to suggest that she's any smarter or more adorable than any other two year-old on the planet, but she is, in fact, my two year-old. And it's incredible to me to look at her and remember what she was like as an infant. She's changed so much in just twoshort long years in both appearance and demeanor. What in the world will she be like at four? Or eight? Or heaven help me, 16??
For now, we are soaking up this time. Some nights, I'm counting down the minutes until bedtime. But most nights, we negotiate some couch-time cuddles and sneak in an episode of Sophia the First so that we can enjoy her a little longer.
Everyone says that babies don't keep.
But I still look at her and see the wild-haired newborn who claimed my heart with her first cry. I don't think that will ever change.
So, in this small way, she'll always be that baby to me. No matter how old she is.
I don't mean to suggest that she's any smarter or more adorable than any other two year-old on the planet, but she is, in fact, my two year-old. And it's incredible to me to look at her and remember what she was like as an infant. She's changed so much in just two
For now, we are soaking up this time. Some nights, I'm counting down the minutes until bedtime. But most nights, we negotiate some couch-time cuddles and sneak in an episode of Sophia the First so that we can enjoy her a little longer.
Everyone says that babies don't keep.
But I still look at her and see the wild-haired newborn who claimed my heart with her first cry. I don't think that will ever change.
So, in this small way, she'll always be that baby to me. No matter how old she is.
1 comment:
This is such a lovely post. And I think you're right--we all enjoy our "kids" in different ways in all their different stages. Though I am just nanny and not parent, I find myself trying to cling to the ages my kids are so I remember them a little better at this stage. Also--could gracie BE any cuter?
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