This isn’t mine. It was shared in a mommy group, so I can’t even credit it to the owner. If it is yours, thank you. Let’s start with some tears.
To my Bean,
You entered my world two years ago. Two days past when we thought you might. It’s unbelievable how much you have changed. We thought you were such a big kid when you turned one. Wow. We had no idea. You talk now. You’re up to over 70 words. My personal favorite was one of your firsts, but then it disappeared for a while. “Tank You”. You are so polite. Except when you are hitting or throwing. But so far, even though you have entered your terrible two’s, the good outweighs the bad.
We had a low key celebration for your birthday. There is this site called Pinterest. It won’t exist when you are old enough to appreciate this post. Nothing on the internet lasts that long. It is a site powered by magical moms who have boundless energy and creativity and most importantly, limitless funds for fancy camera equipment and craft supplies.None-the-less, I used your second birthday as my first true Pinterest-inspired project.
Luckily, all you cared about was how it tasted. And boy were you pleased. Our family photo captured your icing stealing ways. I wasn’t the least bit mad about that and I didn’t try to stop you. I was the same way. I hope next year you want to help me bake your cake. So far, your favorite thing to do to help in the kitchen is point at cookies baking in the oven. I don’t blame you. Cookies in the oven IS a super exciting thing.
Last week, Daddy put on oven mitts to take a pot off the stove. You told him to be “purple”, which is how you say careful. You then warned him it was hot. This morning you stole the candles from the counter and carried them around saying light. This year was your first chocolate. You weren’t all that excited about it, but every time you ate a bit of icing you announced “mmm good”.
You became a big brother this year and you instantly grew up. It seems to be the perfect role for you. You melt my heart everyday. You help to take care of your baby brother. You love to warn of the dangers of yucky diapers. You throw fits with the best of them, but we’ll get through it.
Daddy wanted you to have a special lunch for your birthday. You’re still a bit picky, but we got lucky and you told us what you wanted. O’s! You’re such a sweet boy. You make me ramble with mommy pride. I look forward to this coming year being even better, if that’s even possible.