Tuesday, May 26, 2015

here's looking at two.

Dear Finola,
I could not have even dreamed up the delight that you have become at the age of two.  Back when you were a tiny one, my little dream newborn - good eater, reliable sleeper, rarely fussy.  Now you are still all of that - but with more hair, more words, and much, much more FUN.

You are feisty.  I kinda like that.  Your two-year-old tantrums are epic.  Instead of frustrating, they most of the time make me have to hide my laughter.  The other day when I tried to put you in a fancy floral dress for church, you threw a major hissy and were inconsolable.  So I left the room to give you a moment to calm down (and stifle my giggles) since you wouldn't let me near you even for hugs.  When I came back you had managed to take the dress completely off and were laying, smiling, naked on the floor.  Needless to say, we wore another outfit to church that day.

You are physically pretty strong.  You can hold your own in competitions of strength with your brother.  Speed-wise, you are getting pretty fast during your "races" with him.  You still always lose, and have taken to crumpling on the floor when he snottily cheers, "I win!" - but I keep telling you that someday you will win (sometimes.)

Socially, you are at first shy and cling to your mama, but when you know a person well you are generous with hugs and kisses and snuggles.  You say "See you later!" to everyone we know (and don't know) when out and about.

Your favorite foods are pickles, Pringles, bananas, strawberries and cottage cheese.

Ever since your birthday last week you have been greeting me in the morning with "Happy Bird-day, Mama!"

You are in a kissing phase, where every time I pick you up you will grab my face through peals of laughter and plant giant kisses on my cheeks and lips.  "MO! MO KISSES!" you shout.

To celebrate you turning two, we didn't have a party, but we went on an overnight family camping trip.  You did awesome.
"So...where can I drive ya?"
"Camping rocks!  Unless it starts raining...then I hate it." 
On the day of your birthday, a Tuesday, we didn't do anything too wild.  I blew up 36 balloons the night before and filled your room up with them while you slept.  We had donut holes and strawberries for breakfast, two of your favorites.  We opened presents as soon as possible (obviously.)  We saw some friends and you got to play outside quite a bit, since it was a gorgeous, sunny day.  We bought a birthday dinner and a cake from Kroger and I stuck more strawberries on it.  You blew out the candles like a pro!
Donies and strawberries.  A birthday breakfast.
surprised by balloons! (with morning hair!) she might kill me for this photo someday...
"Finola!  Look at all your balloons!"  This was as much fun for Cormac as the bday girl.
birthday hugs from brother!
balloons are fun to squish...and later pop
we couldn't wait til evening to open gifts...so we did it after breakfast!
It was a really sweet day.  
Happy 'two' to you, my crazy Blondie, my love.

1 comment:

  1. That is so great. :) Ahhhhh......And I understand the 2 and 3 thing! Hahaha. My little Mack is turning 4 on Sunday.....So then I really have kids now. 2 and 4? Seriously? When did that happen?

    Love the balloons. :) And the curls. Do either of you have curly hair?

    Happy Bday F! Sounds like they'd get along great....or not at all. ;) They sound pretty similar. Haha.


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