This girl amazes us every day. She tests our patience, our marriage bond, our sanity and our fatigue. She requires near constant attention even as independent play becomes prolonged. She is always at the forefront of our minds: when does she need to eat next, how long until nap time, is she having too much screen time, does she talk enough… The care for our own child is consuming, but yeah, completely awesome.
We marvel at her imitations of us. She can hold a pen securely, put things away (on her own time), rock a baby doll and count to 3. She’s happy coloring or flying down trails in her blue Crocs.
She makes us proud, excited, motivated to be active, to learn, to experience. She loves to explore things cautiously and quietly. She’ll watch bugs, airplanes, and leaves. She’ll spend an hour in the pond with water pouring over her face unphased. This is the the greatest invention ever!
She says “cheers” before all bites or sips – sometimes to a paralyzing degree. Dude, I’m trying to empty the dishwasher/fold the laundry/sweep the floor simultaneously for 4 minutes, while you eat breakfast.
She was a fabulous flower girl to Kate and Steve, who married in Providence this July.
She is an avid boater and loves waving to Dada and Pops at the helm, shouting more after a set of waves passes.
I’m beginning to contemplate life with 2. There are moments when I’m so fried and the introvert in me is screaming to 30 minutes of silence and stillness and I bark at her in frustration. It’s hard to imagine being even more pressed by the innocent needs of 2, but I’m starting to feel excited. I know this next human will be equally lovable and equally needy.
Fave books right now:
Wild Things, obviously
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