Josie is 2 Years Old

Dear Josie,

You turned 2 years old last Monday, but we are celebrating with your friends and Grandma today.

You asked for a birthday cake with Yoda on it, and also with flowers. (This has inspired Noah to ask for a birthday cake with Darth Vader fighting Luke Skywalker, a cake scenario clearly beyond my Wreckerator skill level!)

At two, you are mostly sweet, very “helpful,” and passionately independent. You also MUST attempt everything you see your brother (or Mommies) doing. You are generous with kisses and hugs, constantly ask, “What doing, Mommy? What doing, Noah?” and you have a delightful smile.

There is almost nothing that you would not prefer to do yourself. “NO! I DO IT!” may be your single most frequently repeated phrase. The only exception is that sometimes you look at me sweetly and ask, “Me me me up?” (Our sloped ceilings upstairs make this a slightly dangerous prospect, as we learned one morning when I hoisted you headfirst into the ceiling. I’m much more careful now, I promise!)

You love to sing. At the moment, Baa Baa Black Sheep seems to be your favorite, although you also enjoy a medley of the ABCs, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and The Itsy Bitsy Spider. Oh, and you and Noah can both sing 3 different themes from Star Wars: Luke’s theme, Darth Vader’s theme, and something else that I recognize but I’m not sure exactly where it comes from.

You are a big, strong, healthy girl, weighing in at approximately the 90th percentile of both height and weight at your 2-year checkup. But you still don’t have any canine teeth. Most of your height seems to be in your torso — 2T pants fit you perfectly, but the shirts expose your belly button. We are buying you only 3T tops and dresses these days.

You have the most delicious ringlet curls. Everyone who sees you wants to touch them and make them “boing” back up into their perfect curliness.

I love you, sweetheart. Happy Birthday!

love,

That Mommy