You're Two and a Half

You’re two and a half.  You’re cute beyond words and you have many words.  Lots of them not so choice!  Overnight you went from “mama” to full on proper “mammy.”  Baby talk was gone and you went straight to pronouncing your brothers’ names and pointing out vegetables on your plate.

You’re two and a half.  I have no idea how much you weigh but already you’re tall.  You can reach up and stretch far across the counter to help yourself and get the step for when you cannot.

You’re two and a half.  You tell me when you need a nappy change but resist Big Boy Pants and the potty.

You’re two and a half.  Already you recognise people by their cars in the school yard.

You’re two and a half.  You carry around a pair of knotted tights for your comforter.  You share them with me in the morning and play tug o’war with the dog with them.

You’re two and a half.  You love carrots and chicken, yogurts and apples.  Marshmallows and slices of bread and jam.

You’re two and a half.  You make the same face when you are being affectionate and in a temper. 

You’re two and a half.  You love to swim, play in the dirt and draw.

You’re two and a half.  You have your oldest brother wrapped round your little finger.  Almost. 

You’re two and a half.  You love to wake me up by telling me to “open eyes” and when I do, you shout “boo!”

You’re two and a half.  You think your older brother’s Montessori friend is yours too, and talk about him incessantly.

You’re two and a half.  You refuse to allow your daddy to go to work without a “tiss” and a hug.

You’re two and a half.  You have red hair that tickles my nose when you’re in my arms. 

You’re two and a half.  You are always smiling and laughing.  You have a word for anyone who so much as glances your way but are not too fond of them approaching you first.

You’re two and a half.  You love to watch the video on my phone where the wind catches your empty crisp bag on the beach and you run after it. 

You’re two and a half.  You love tractors.  You prefer savoury to sweet.  You watch Dora and Blues Clues.   You tell me to “stop songin’” when I sing along to the radio.  You steal the cutlery from the drawer.  You eat raspberries like they’re sweets.  You love to flush the toilet.  You know to wait for the green man at traffic lights.  You like to sit in the laundry basket and be carried back to the house. You pronounce marshmallows as “mash-eye-oh’s” and now so do we. 

You’re two and a half.

You’re my heart.