And Then You Are Two
Dear Alastair,
There's something about the last that makes a parent's heart ache a little bit. There will never be another first tooth, another first step, or another first word. You savor it a little bit more, because you know the last really means the last. You cuddle a little bit more, because you just never know when any of of the kids will be too cool to have the last cuddle with you.
I'm pretty sure you know this. You use this knowledge as your ammunition. You charm us out of trouble, a smile for one more treat, and you quiver those lips to delay bed time every night. It's amazing what you can do when you're the last. The excuse we tell your sisters when you get away with everything? Well, you're just a baby still! You don't know any better yet!
Only you do. You know the power you hold being the youngest. You know that everyone will cater to your every need. No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to curb it!
At your 18-month vaccination appointment, the public health nurse asked if you had about 10-15 words. At the time I had to think really hard, but I answered yes. Then she told me that by 2, you'd have 200 words. I laughed. I didn't believe her. And of course, you'd prove us wrong.
You are full of words. You're starting to string sentences together. Gone are the days of signing please. Of course, with words means more demands. You are starting to tantrum when things don't go your way, and you are very vocal about things that you want. You like treats. When it comes to real food, sometimes you'd tell me "I no like it". You like to sing (a true Nickel) and know the words to How Far I'll Go and Let It Go. You are cautious to new people but warm up quickly enough that you'd hold their hand tell them where you'd like to go.
You love playing with baby dolls, but you equally love playing with blocks and cars. You are obsessed with tractors and planes. You get super excited when you see garbage trucks. You cannot for the life of you sit still...ever. I'm wondering why I have not gone down 10 sizes since you were born, because you are always up and about. You still sleep with two soothers and you are still most clingy to me. Your best friend is Austin from daycare. You love all the kids in our cul de sac. Actually, you just love everyone.
Earlier this week we went to swim at someone's pool. There were about 8 kids there and 8 adults. We were standing around having snacks and chatting when suddenly, Auntie Zoe noticed you were in the pool. Then we all realized you had no puddle jumper on. We quickly ran to you and jumped in when your dad said, "someone jump in to get him!" Not only did I jump in, but Auntie Zoe and Alice's dad Phil jumped in to get you. You were fine, cried for about 2 minutes and went to have a snack. In the meantime, Bree was crying for 15 minutes because she was so scared that you had "sink-ed". Mackenzie was worried too.
You jumped right back in the pool about a half hour after almost drowning. As if nothing happened. And while I don't wish for you to almost drown again, I do wish that you would carry some of that fearlessness in life with you. That you can make a mistake, dust it off, and continue on. And that you know you will always have people around you who will cheer you on.
Somewhere between turning 1 until now, you figured out how to put on crocs when you sit down, you learned to jump, you grew 10 more teeth, and you got 2 hair cuts. You finally started saying no to your sisters. You are VERY protective to people you love. Each milestone is another check off our list to be the last. And while you continue to change, one thing remains constant - you are so so loved (3 people jumped in to save you!). You are blessed everywhere you go. And I suspect you will continue to spread the joy in years to come.
Here's to turning two Alastair. Happy birthday my boy, I love you!
love, mom
There's something about the last that makes a parent's heart ache a little bit. There will never be another first tooth, another first step, or another first word. You savor it a little bit more, because you know the last really means the last. You cuddle a little bit more, because you just never know when any of of the kids will be too cool to have the last cuddle with you.
I'm pretty sure you know this. You use this knowledge as your ammunition. You charm us out of trouble, a smile for one more treat, and you quiver those lips to delay bed time every night. It's amazing what you can do when you're the last. The excuse we tell your sisters when you get away with everything? Well, you're just a baby still! You don't know any better yet!
At your 18-month vaccination appointment, the public health nurse asked if you had about 10-15 words. At the time I had to think really hard, but I answered yes. Then she told me that by 2, you'd have 200 words. I laughed. I didn't believe her. And of course, you'd prove us wrong.
You are full of words. You're starting to string sentences together. Gone are the days of signing please. Of course, with words means more demands. You are starting to tantrum when things don't go your way, and you are very vocal about things that you want. You like treats. When it comes to real food, sometimes you'd tell me "I no like it". You like to sing (a true Nickel) and know the words to How Far I'll Go and Let It Go. You are cautious to new people but warm up quickly enough that you'd hold their hand tell them where you'd like to go.
You love playing with baby dolls, but you equally love playing with blocks and cars. You are obsessed with tractors and planes. You get super excited when you see garbage trucks. You cannot for the life of you sit still...ever. I'm wondering why I have not gone down 10 sizes since you were born, because you are always up and about. You still sleep with two soothers and you are still most clingy to me. Your best friend is Austin from daycare. You love all the kids in our cul de sac. Actually, you just love everyone.
Earlier this week we went to swim at someone's pool. There were about 8 kids there and 8 adults. We were standing around having snacks and chatting when suddenly, Auntie Zoe noticed you were in the pool. Then we all realized you had no puddle jumper on. We quickly ran to you and jumped in when your dad said, "someone jump in to get him!" Not only did I jump in, but Auntie Zoe and Alice's dad Phil jumped in to get you. You were fine, cried for about 2 minutes and went to have a snack. In the meantime, Bree was crying for 15 minutes because she was so scared that you had "sink-ed". Mackenzie was worried too.
You jumped right back in the pool about a half hour after almost drowning. As if nothing happened. And while I don't wish for you to almost drown again, I do wish that you would carry some of that fearlessness in life with you. That you can make a mistake, dust it off, and continue on. And that you know you will always have people around you who will cheer you on.
Somewhere between turning 1 until now, you figured out how to put on crocs when you sit down, you learned to jump, you grew 10 more teeth, and you got 2 hair cuts. You finally started saying no to your sisters. You are VERY protective to people you love. Each milestone is another check off our list to be the last. And while you continue to change, one thing remains constant - you are so so loved (3 people jumped in to save you!). You are blessed everywhere you go. And I suspect you will continue to spread the joy in years to come.
Here's to turning two Alastair. Happy birthday my boy, I love you!
love, mom
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