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Thursday, January 12, 2012

Love Letter, Month 24

Dear Kate,

You are twenty-four months old today. Happy Birthday to you! We celebrated at playgroup today with Ann Sather cinnamon rolls. Yum!

 
This has been a month of glorious highs and abject lows. Speaking of glorious highs, I must mention the absurdly delicious weather we've been having this winter. I mean, really, who would think that you could do this, dressed like this, in January, in Chicago??
Alas, that came to an end today. It started snowing right after we got to playgroup and the forecast is for 4-8". You both loved walking in it and then looking out the window at it once we got home.
Anyhow, let's start with the low points so we can end on a high note, shall we?

Not only are you still working on cutting all four of your incisors but your 2 year molars are starting to make themselves known. Your mouth hurts so much that you appear to be living solely on milk and saliva.

On January 1st we moved Lucy into her crib in what has heretofore been solely your room. And although you have never said anything contrary about this move, I believe you are working through this change in your subconscious which means your sleep has been, in a word, Abysmal.  To add to your misery, you and Lucy developed a viral infection and although Lucy's infection limited itself to her nose, yours produced fever, chills, malaise, lack of appetite and raging discontent in the form of a monumental tantrum...your first!
 
The vastness of your rage had me taken aback. I had started out so angry with you for fighting sleep for the 11th day in a row but when faced with how out-of-control you must feel I crumpled. It was heartbreaking to realize I couldn't protect you from being human and feeling awful things. All I could do was go back in, lay you back down, rub your back and sing once again, for more times than I can count, your favorite night-night song, Baa Baa Black Sheep.

Speaking of singing, you can now sing songs all the way through after hearing them for only a few times. Your other current favs are I’m a little teapot, You are my sunshine, and Head Shoulders Knees and Toes. You are still improvising with words when you sing. For example, one of our Wiggleworms songs goes like this:

Hello Kate, yes indeed, yes indeed, yes indeed
Hello Kate, yes indeed, yes indeed my darling.

Yesterday you sang this instead:

Hello Mama, yes in-Mama, yes in-Mama, yes in-Mama,
Hello Mama, yes in-Mama Yes in-Mama my darling.

We are getting in more reading time, especially since you got a few new books for both Christmas and your birthday. Your absolute favorite books of the moment are Everyone Poops, On the Night you were Born and The Giving Tree.
Poop is absolutely riveting to you this month. For the first time you peed and pooped in your potty. You positively levitated with joy as Daddy and I marveled over your accomplishment and now, every night before bath and after you have raced up and down the hall naked, you run to the potty and make a contribution.
Your ability to empathize at this age astounds me. As we were reading The Giving Tree you got very upset when the tree gave up her branches and then her trunk. You kept saying over and over, "tree cut down, tree hurt".

Your Nana came to visit for Christmas and I'm not sure what you were more excited about: seeing your Nana again or finally getting to open all the presents under the tree.
 
 
 
Seems you may have a little fondness for Hanukkah too as you spun around and around when Ms. Julie sang, "Dreidel Dreidel Dreidel!" at Wiggleworms.
And as the last one standing when she brought out a book to read, you made my English-major heart swell with pride.
You make me laugh every day, even on those days when you aren't feeling all that great. Your smile and laugh make up for a lot of angst...something to keep in mind as you grow up as it will serve you well.
Two whole years have passed since I first looked into your clear blue eyes and fell head over heels in love with a complete stranger. In case I haven't made myself clear in the past 2 years, you are amazing and wonderful and kind and compassionate and funny and beautiful; in short, everything I ever hoped for (and then some). I love you more than words can ever express.
Love,
Mama
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And now, because I want this to appear in your hard-copy book of Love Letters for this year, I am including the love letter from Yiayia and Pappou.

January 12, 2012

Dear Kate,

Happy Birthday.  You are officially two years old today and you continue to delight everyone near and far.  And now, you also delight yourself.  Your second year among us has been one of learning, and learning, and learning.  And some of the things you’ve learned make you laugh.  You giggle about Lucy’s butt, and you look studious as you master the shape box, and then when you’re done and everything is in its place, you smile.  You seem to like to have everything in its place.  You close the pantry door whenever you find it open and you put all your toys away when it’s time to stop playing.  That causes your mother and father to smile delightfully.  In fact, except for learning NOT to nap, just about everything you’ve learned has caused general delight to you and your parents.   

Your second year has also been one full of adventures.  You went to China to get your sister.  Wow, China!  That’s on the other side of the world.  You had to take a long airplane  ride, which you did not find delightful, and you ate all kinds of strange food, most of which you found at least acceptable if not all the way too delightful.  It was delightful to spend a lot of time with your Nana, but a little scary that your mother and father were away a lot and you weren’t in the home you’d learned to know as your own.  And then along came Lucy, and that was exciting, if not clearly delightful.  Lucy was very unhappy at first, and you hadn’t yet learned how to make her laugh—now you know about funny hats and mittens and squeaky shoes and sharing toys and food, and having races down the hallway.  That was a big learning experience.  Oh yes, and sharing Mama and Daddy.  Hmmmm, still not sure about whether that’s delightful or not?  Let me tell you a secret.  When you are more grown up, you will be delighted to have someone with whom to plan and plot, and sometimes, you’ll be glad to have someone to divert Mama and Daddy’s attention from you when you create a little mischief.  That will be delightful.

And while you’ve been learning, you’ve also learned how delightful it is to teach.  You are teaching your sister all kinds of things, words, and games, and how to drink from a sippy cup.  You can teach her to feel safe and loved, as you are and always will be.  So enjoy your third year among us that you begin today.  You have so much more to learn, and so much more delight to share. 

Love from 
Pappou and Yiayia

1 comment:

PinkDevora said...

Happy Birthday, Kate! I can tell your family loves you very much.

That last picture made me melt. MELT I tell you.

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