Happy Birthday, Nola Mae! - Two-Years Old
Two years ago you started out as the biggest surprise of my life. When you were a few minutes old I still thought you were my fourth son. I saw your little bottom and thought, “Where is the penis?” Still, thinking you were my fourth boy. My midwife, Jane, asked “Jenny, Do you know?” Reality hit me and I said, “Yes, but I don’t believe it.” Everyone else in the room knew you were a girl before I did.
Other surprises you have given me in your first year of life:
You can be so easy-going, not mind meals being interrupted by older brothers, and not put up a fuss when there isn’t any milk, and you were a baby that loved to sleep.
You learned quickly how to go up and down the stairs with very little practice and guidance.
You were happy and smiling 99% of your first year of life.
You loved to be held, wrapped, and carried.
You were a mama’s girl and would be a papa’s girl once Papa came home – diving into your papa’s arms when he would walk in the door.
You adored your big brothers.
You were more adventurous and more of a climber than Henry.
In your second year of life your personality is shining:
You are fast.
You are strong.
You are smart and absorb everything around you.
You love to be high up.
You love to cross-country ski.
You love to be outside.
You love to play with cars and just started playing with babies.
You make “motor” sounds with your mouth.
You like to wear your babies on your back, “wrap”.
You like to breastfeed your babies, “milkies”.
You just started to love taking a bath.
You can get yourself dressed and have preferences of what you want to wear.
You still love to be held, wrapped, and carried.
You love to sleep next to someone during every sleeping moment.
You still adore your brothers and show great love and affection – my favorite thing is when you are on my lap and Henry comes to give us a hug you make sure to kiss him and pat his back.
You miss the boys and Papa when they are at school/work and often mention them.
You love to color on your skin with markers more than on paper.
You love to read and look at books.
I love it when you want to do something yourself, you say “self” or “SELF!!!!!”
My favorite thing you copy what I do is when I yell “I love you!” out the door to the boys when they are walking to the bus. You say, “love you!”
My favorite word you say is “Zata” for pizza.
You are constantly saying multiple words to tell me something and that started just the week before your birthday. Your vocabulary is growing so quickly I can hardly keep track.
I am looking forward to seeing what other surprises you have for us in your little heart and head. I know there is a lot of beauty inside you and I wish there was a magic potion I could rub on your head to help you see that you are going to grow up to be a smart and loving person who is glowing with beauty from the inside out.