Dear Noah,

A month ago, you turned 2 years old. I thought this explosion of language and growth might slow down after your birthday, but I was wrong.

Since you turned 2, you’ve become more interested in trying everything around you — cooking, cleaning up, drinking my coffee. Some things you don’t especially enjoy, like brushing your teeth. And when we want you to do something against your inclination, you make your displeasure known in more dramatic and frustrating ways. Like peeing on the floor, if you happen to be getting ready for bed at the time. (Would you mind growing out of that phase soon?)

You have become much more specific in your interests and requests, for example:

  • Mommy, watch Diego and Dora and dinosaurs!
  • Mommy, let’s kick the ball!
  • Mommy, where baby triceratops go?
  • Want chocolate milk in big boy cup!
  • Read new dinosaur book again!

This month, you’ve also moved from your crib to your Thomas bed — a real big boy bed. You are pretty good about staying in bed when it’s nap time or bed time, but occasionally, you get up on your own. When that happens, you usually open your door and call for Mommy.

Your This Mommy and I love you so much. Never doubt it for a minute.

love,

That Mommy