We made it. Today our little bug turns 2 years old. Sometimes I think ‘how is that possible?’, but most of the time (like right now, while she’s 45 minutes into refusing to nap) I feel like we loved, played, worked, grew, learned, teethed, taught, explored, and basically earned these first two years really well. It’s funny. Last year, Darwin’s first birthday was really emotionally charged for me. Somehow two years, or perhaps a two year old, changed it dramatically. This year Darwin knows it’s her birthday. She’s excited. She talks about how she’s turning two. Last year it felt as much about me and wrapping up or first year as mamas as it did about Darwin. This year, it’s all about Darwin. And that is a relief!
This year we watched Darwin go from a crawler to a walker to a runner and a hopper. Her handful of words expanded beyond counting. She puts on her boots, but not yet most of her shoes (which are now a harder sole rather than the mostly soft, flexible baby shoes). Darwin is a sweet and thoughtful big sister, bringing Linnea toys and kisses, but not overwhelming her (most of the time).
Right now we’re in the middle of two year molar hell. It doesn’t disrupt sleep so much as make getting to sleep even harder, and I’ve never heard a kid whine so much in a one week period in my life. I’d whine too if I had giant enamel icebergs cutting through my gums though. I will be glad when teething is over. So will Darwin.
A few notes about what makes Darwin happy and not.
Mac n cheese
Swinging (suddenly, after hating the swings)
Scout and the kitties
Going for walks
Large groups of people
People she doesn’t know
When Linnea cries
Going to sleep
Waking up in the morning