To my lovely younger daughter,
Two years ago today you arrived, a tiny mewling bundle of baby with a shock of dark brown hair that made you look like a baby penguin, in the nicest possible way of course. In your first year you learned so much, all that wriggling, crawlings, drinking, eating, well sort of eating, and lots of giggling,cuddles and enormous smiles along the way. I think we always expect the first year to be full of massive changes and growing, but your second year seems to have been just as busy. It’s crazy to me to think that this time last year you hadn’t started walking; right now you and your sister are running around the footstool in the lounge at top speed singing and dancing to the Frozen soundtrack.
You’ve become so chatty too; every now and then you have another little language leap and we get a little flurry of new words. Most of the time we know what you’re saying though I suspect at least some of that is insider information about your point of reference; if we can’t work it out straight away it’s usually something to do with Frozen or it’s whatever you’re pointing at (at least I really hope that when you pointed to your cutlery last week the words coming from your mouth were “fork there!”).
And of course you’re taller. I think you probably are catching up to Kitty a little bit, but as she’s spent her year having growth spurt after growth spurt it isn’t too noticeable when you’re next to each other, it’s just that you’re wearing clothes that I remember her wearing recently, and wearing as a big girl, not a baby too.
And as you become more and more alike in looks the older you both get, there are moments and more than a few photos that can make you do a double take just to check which little girl is which.
In personality though you’re showing your differences. You are my little miss independent; there is nothing you don’t think you can do if Mummy would only please get out of the way and let you have at it and anything you don’t want to do is met with a very firm look, occasionally a stamping foot, and a determined “No tank you!”
You love to draw, with anything and on anything, and it’s even better if you get left to dump the crayon bucket out onto the floor when you can continue your quest to take the lids off all the felt tips in the house and hide them somewhere secret and unknown to either your parents or your siblings.
In the last year you’ve started to join in when your sister sings action songs; right now your favourites are Twinkle Twinkle, Incy Wincy and just the one line from Frozen “for the first time in forever” which you’ll happily belt out on all appropriate occasions, and I’m pretty sure I’ve heard it at least once during a hymn on a Sunday morning.
But I think most of all you love to be outside. I might just have mentioned before how much you adore the swings, and then there’s the joy of face planting off the roundabout, playing on the rocking lion and zipping down the slide at top speed and that’s all before we’ve so much as mentioned walking to the park and stopping to check the grass by the side of the road, or the promise of teatime that has you hurrying home again.
You are sweet and you are fierce. You are loving, gentle with your little brother and so protective when any of your nursery friends come near him, incredibly caring to your big sister and just as determined not to be bossed around. You are my little baby and at the same time all toddler, and I wouldn’t have you any other way.
Happy Birthday sweetheart, I love you, and I’m so glad I get to be your Mum.
love Mummy x