Twenty Three Months
Dear Roo,
This is the last of your month-birthday letters before the big TWO! I wrote twenty four letters to Sophie and I swore up and down that despite the fact that you were second in line to the throne, I’d do the same for you. We did it! We have reflected on nearly two years of milestones and stories, hard months and lovely ones.
This month? A lot of both. Two is coming on like a freight train, in all the textbook, headstrong ways. “I do it” is the endless refrain, from putting clothes on, to buckling carseat straps, to using sharp scissors. I do it. Most times you actually do, and I’m the one who needs to be reminded to slow down and let you savor the accomplishments. “NO!” is another fun refrain. Most times you say it just to say it. Just to remind us that you have a say, a voice, in the matters of the day. The opposite of NO is this breathy, wonderful, “Yah.” Never yes, just “Yah . . .”
On the other end of the spectrum, this has been the month of cuddling, loving, hugging, lip kissing. All day long there are proclamations of “I wuv you, Daddy. I wuv Sophie.” Sometimes you’ll roll over in the middle of the night, looking for a stray Binky and then say, “I wuv you Mommy.” When you’ve done something wrong, the “I wuv yous” come out like a weapon. My, you’ve learned fast. It makes me feel good to see you giving us love, as it means we’re giving you plenty of it.
And love there is. So very much, for our impish, mischevious, wonderful you. For you, singing “Puff the Magic Dragon” in the car. You, and your “cool cool shoes” (everything is “cool, cool”). You, eating yogurt raisins. You, holding Sophie’s hand as you walk down the dock saying, “Wook at dat boat, Mommy! Wook at dat!” Always questioning, always noticing, endlessly you.
We love you Lily B, Rosy Roo, RooBot, Roobee, Bobo, Chachi, Baby, Biggirl, Rosy Wandrum.
xo,
mama
