30 Months

Dear ReeRee,

Sigh. Has it two years and six months already? You are growing too fast. You run, hop, jump, crawl onto the counter by yourself and into your chair. You tell jokes and make me laugh.

The terrible two’s aren’t that terrible- just a lot of will-bending and time-outs. “Mommy, talk to meeee” when I am spaced out working and ignore your questions. You pound my keyboard, I get upset, you get time-out. I hold you afterwards and you say you are sorry.

You are hilarious. “Put me down Daddy- I’m STINKY!” makes your daddy laugh and place you on the ground. You have a way with words- popjuice (for my diet pop) handles (the calves’ horns), and “bye, bye window” when you shut the garage door.

I try not to laugh when you told to go to time-out, and you say “Where? Here?” in total confusion. This line helps draw out bedtime as well. “Mommy, are there any lions?” “No, they are in Africa far, far away.” “Where? HERE?” “The dead boys- where? Here?” (I don’t know where you came up with the dead boys, but it kind of creeps me out. I tell you the dead boys are in heaven with the angels. Again- “Where? Heeere?”)

You are older than your two years. You have the vocabulary of a four year old and can reason your way out of trouble. Or blame it on Torpedo, poor guy! You have an uncanny ability to sense people’s emotions and ask “Mommy, are you happy?”

Yes, ReeRee. I am, when I’m with you.

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