February 2, 2009
You’ve been two for one whole day now. That’s just great, and you can count to two, and not just that, but you can extend your fingers into an old lady-like contortedness that symbolizes the number two. It’s so adorable. When asked how old you are, you beam brightly and say “TWO!” and then all your concentration is fixed on waiting for your fingers to move slowly into a two. But that’s not all, you really enjoy counting all the way to twenty, although you rarely make it to twenty. It’s more like, “one tew, for, five, six, seben, eight, nine, tin, eleben, twelbe, tirteen, forteen, firteen, firteen firteen, YEAH!!”
But your alphabet is much more refined, You can sing the whole alphabet and I’m pretty sure your favorite letter is W. And why wouldn’t it be? It’s a fantastic letter, it stands for walrus, wienerschnitzel, wrestling, wildebeest, and it’s a fabulous fashion magazine and hotel.
Currently you’re obsessed with Ariel and everything The Little Mermaid. It makes shopping for you very easy, and I appreciate that. I can buy you an Ariel spoon for a dollar fifty, and for a week you’re like, “look at my spoon, mama! I got Ariel spoon.” Only you can’t quite pronounce Ariel, or the letter S, so it sounds more like ‘air-rol boon’. And in that obsessive spoon week you can’t find your spoon, oh shit, we’re in trouble. Yup, you’ll throw a mighty fine tantrum. I especially liked the one when we were walking to our car in the Nordstrom Parking lot, and my hands were full, and you decided that right there, in the middle of crossing the street you were going to let your whole body go limp and lay in the middle of the road in full out, unashamed tantrum mode. I had to drop all my bags and pick you up off the street, but you kept it interesting by arching your back and trying to wiggle away. It only gave me a minor panic attack while I was picking stuff off the ground and maintaining a wiggly toddler in the middle of a crowded parking lot. My ass crack mildly perspired, and the wave of nausea only lasted a minute or two.
But you have your good sides too. You’re excellent at telling mama and daddy that you love them often, and unprompted. It’s the sweetest thing; on your way out of a room, you’ll pause in the door way and turn to me and say, “Good bye mama, I love you!!” Ugh, my heart melts. And If I ask for a hug, 90% of the time, you’ll indulge me in the most enthusiastic and energetic hug. You like to run at me full force and fall into my arms, and when you do my heart swoons.
Berlyn, you are my baby girl, and I love you with everything I have. You have transformed my life and you teach me so much everyday. Among which are patience, kindness, and to let go of the small stuff. I know you can’t be my baby forever, but I’ll forever be your mama.
I love you,