Two Years
Thursday, May 10, 2012 at 10:16PM 

Dear Nate,
Today you are two years old. It's a bit unreal because on one hand, we've been calling you a two year old for a couple of months now because you really didn't seem one anymore, but on the other hand it seems like just last week that you were that little eight pound person they put in my arms in the hospital and I wondered what you'd be like, what our little family would be like.
And now we know. You are spirited and sweet, loud and funny, mischievous and fearless. This month you went on your first carnival ride - The Scrambler - and you didn't cry. You didn't look like you understood what the point was, but you didn't seem scared or even very phased by it. You didn't want to eat your birthday cupcake today because you still don't like cake, but you happily ate a cake ball and some cookies. To get that sugar off your teeth, you brushed with two toothbrushes, as is your norm these days. (You LOVE to brush your teeth and play with the water.)
You started today by waking up to your big birthday present: a train table. You then didn't walk away from that table for an hour and a half! Not that we doubted that you'd love your table, but that confirmed it since you never stay in the same place for more than a few minutes. You love to run, to kick your soccer ball, to race cars on the floor, to climb up on the furniture. And in the past week, you've started telling me that certain things you draw (scribble) are specific items - Mommy or Dada or Puppy (Buster) or Choo Choo (Thomas). That's extra fun.
Your favorite thing to say right now is "Cool!" which is hysterical. You know you're funny, too. Today at the park, an old man blew his nose really hard. You looked at him, said, "Whaaat?" and then blew him a raspberry. He didn't find it as funny as I did, but that's okay. It really was funny.
You're really sweet, too. These days you wake up in the middle of the night and come crawl in to our bed, snuggle up to me, and fall asleep until morning. You're a terrible bed hog, but I don't honestly mind most of the time (most of the time = when you're not kicking me in the ribs or lying on my face).
You're talking more and more. You have more words than I can keep track of now and you're learning your letters and numbers, too. You love to watch Blue's Clues and point out the clues and dance with the songs. You love to color (everywhere, I might add, which we have to work on) and you love to read, both on your own, and with me and Dada. When it's time for bed, you grab Curious George, and run to your room yelling, "A book! A book!"
First I have to change your diaper, though, which is a constant battle these days. You're definitely not ready for potty training, but you hate having your diaper changed so we're in a tough spot. Over the past week, you've started telling me when you go "pee pee" and then saying "pah-yee" (potty) so maaaaaybe we're getting there??? It'll be the biggest agenda item of this year, for sure.
We'll get through it and you'll be Mommy's little teammate, just like you have been for the past two years. You are so incredible and wonderful and Dada and I love you a million times infinity.
Love,
Mommy


















