My baby turned two yesterday.
I often spend my time staring at her, dumbly. I cannot believe how playful, independent, free-spirited, bossy, loving and awesome she is.
She’s not Ad or myself anymore… she’s just Lu.
She’s constantly thinking, processing. I love watching her think.
In some ways she is so grown up already. Her speech is unbelievable. It seems impossible that someone that uses “actually” and “also” correctly in conversations can still be wearing diapers.
But she has a hard time with a fork. She can only wear big girl panties when she’s awake and not far from the potty. Showers frighten her. She likes a bottle at bedtime and she still trips over her own feet all the time.
The challenge for me to remember these days is that she still is just two years old and try to be the patient one for the both of us.
Every once in a while she’ll run up to me and throw herself into my arms and hug me fiercely without saying a word. This always makes me wonder, what is she thinking, this smart, communicative child, that she can’t put into words? Then I tell her I love her too, and try not to cry.