The baby will be here in less than a week. You seem excited. We put together the swing we bought for a really good deal months ago. We had to rationalize with you why 1. you can't swing in it and 2. why the swing can't reside in your room. You are now clear that the swing is only for babies and it will reside in the living room.
We talk alot about the doctor taking the baby out of my stomach and then I will have to be in the hospital for a few days. You always respond with "Me too hospital." If everything goes status quo next Tuesday morning, you will be visiting and meeting your sister by the late afternoon. You talk constantly about "take my baby on walks, change her, feed her, hold her, rock her." You have quite a list of what you want to do with her. Hopefully, not all at once.
You have become obsessed with swinging: at the park, the neighbor's yard, Ms. Patti's. I have to limit your time because you will literally swing for hours. I have become obsessed with teaching you to pump. The sooner you learn "in and out feet" the happier I will be.
You started to use the word actually and in the correct context too. The first time you did it last week I was dumbfounded. I asked you a question and you squinted looking up in the air and then said "Ummmm actually, yes!" Your father did not believe me but now you use the word 'actually' all the time. We have no clue where you picked up the word or why you started using it. It's so funny to hear you say it and people in public look at you like you have three heads. The other day you corrected a lady at the pool who asked you "what shapes are on my bathing suit?" You didn't answer so she said, "are these circles on my suit?" You then decided to speak up, "Actually, ovals." Her eyes grew wide and she looked up at me and I shrugged. "How old is she?"
I always hate this question. I struggle with it myself" "She's two." Most of the time people respond with: "But almost three, right?"
"No, she just turned two in March. She won't even be two and half until the end of September."
Most of the time after that people just stare and you smile back.
I have to remember you are only 2 and some of things you do make you seem more mature. Last night you made the salad for dinner. We make our salads in individual bowls. I took out three bowls and all the ingredients to make the salad: lettuce, tomato, cucumber, cheese, croutons, bacon bits. You systematically put the lettuce in each bowl then the cut up tomato, then the cucumbers and so on. Somehow your salad ended up with the most toppings. After you made all the salads you went and grabbed three forks and delivered the salads to the table one at a time. I couldn't believe you did this. You just love to help. The more independence and responsibility I give you to help and create, the more you do.
This doesn't mean that you aren't still a toddler. We still have our heaping fits and breakdowns. It's just hard to remember that the typical toddler behavior is ok. You spoil us with these moments profound wisdom. We easily forget you are only 2 and I think the rest of the people in your life do too. We have such high expectations because you amaze us but as your mom, I need to be patient and remind others that you develop on your own schedule. Yes you can identify octagons and count all eight sides, count backwards from 10, identify letters and the sounds they can make, pick out colors and shapes but you also have a right to be overwhelmed and irrational too.
During nap time you love to get out of bed and play in your room, the bathroom and in the baby's room. The other night after bedtime, we found you asleep in the guest bed in the baby's room. It warmed my heart to think about the two of you sneaking into each other's rooms to be able to sleep together.
Daddy has been taking you splashing after work since mommy's maternity bathing suit isn't fitting real well this last week.
We bought you an easel so you can play school, draw, color, paint, create! You love to play teacher, instruct us and ask us questions. I intentionally give you the wrong answers so will correct me. I am surprised to find out you know your colors much better than you have let on. Each time you ask me a color and I give the wrong one, you immediately correct me. The entire time you have this smirk on your face knowing that I am wrong and you are right. I think this is important because at Ms. Patti's you are on the lowest level and all the other kids know more than you and can answer Ms. Patti's questions much faster and correctly. You are the youngest in her preschool program, the next girl is an entire year older than you. I think it's good for you to feel smart and that you know something that you can share. We have spent many evenings with you as our teacher. But neither your father nor I can compete with your favorite pupil: Stan.
Strawberries from our barrels are still trickling in. You picked this gem the other night and then proceeded to eat it all juicy and ripe.
We planning on spending our final weekend as a family of three resting and generally laying low. I am both sad and excited to see our family changing. We have been our quirky threesome for awhile now and I am not sure how your sister will fit in. But deep down in my heart, I know it will all work out and the two of you will create a bond that only sisters can have. Besides, we already love her like crazy.
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