Friday, August 10, 2012

Two, Already?

On Saturday, my little peanut is going to be two years old. In just one day, my baby will be two. How can that be? I’m pretty sure that it was only a year ago that we were on our way to the hospital because my water broke. Two years later and she is still waking me up at 2 am. Two years later and she still makes me smile. And laugh, a lot.

I love it when she thinks she is having a serious conversation with me and I have no idea what she is talking about. And then she ends it with, “okay?” She won’t let me ignore the question either, but I have no idea what the answer is. I mean, what if she just told me that she was going to climb up onto the roof and see if she could fly off of it? I can’t just say okay to that. But what if she just said, I would like to start putting my toys away all by myself. I will never say no to that.

She has learned a new phrase that she loves to use whenever we tell her she can’t do something.
For instance:
“Lina, don’t climb on the curtains.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s dangerous.”

“Lina, don’t climb on me when you have your boots on.”
“Why not?”
“Because it hurts.”

“Lina, no jumping on the furniture.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s dangerous.”

You get the idea.

I can’t even tell you how excited I am about tomorrow. Or how many times this week that I was tempted to let her have her birthday early. There are a few things that I can’t wait for her to be able to play with. I already gave her one of her gifts early. It was a garage sale find, so it was really just a bonus gift anyway. And like all things I pick up from garage sales, I needed to clean the slide before I felt comfortable with her playing on it. Finding a time to clean it while Lina wasn’t around had proved to be quite difficult. And the size of it made it difficult to hide. Every time she saw it, she would say “Look, a slide!” And I had to tell her “Don’t touch, it’s not ours.” Every time, she accepted that without question. Finally I gave up and took her outside to help me clean it up. As soon as it was dry, she ran right up the steps and slid right down. As she was preparing to go down the slide for the second time, she paused at the top and said “I love this!” Best six bucks I ever spent. If all or even some of her gifts go over that well tomorrow, I will be one happy Mama.

Of course there is still tons of stuff I want to get her for her birthday, but there has to be a limit. My bank told me so. Instead I have added them to her Christmas list and I have a couple months to watch for these items to go on sale. I also know that at this age, too many gifts to open could be a little overwhelming for her. At least that’s what I’m telling myself, as it has been the case in the past. We always seem to be about 2 gifts over the limit. It doesn’t matter if there are 10 or 20, there are always about 2 left to power through. Her friends and family party is next weekend and I’m excited for all the kids to play together in our home made water park. I wasn’t worried about the weather when I stared planning the party. It has been an unbearably hot and dry summer. Until this week. While the storms and the break from the heat were much needed, I’m starting to question the chances of perfect weather for next weekend. My fingers are crossed tightly that the weather will be perfect and all the kids will have a blast!

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Melt My Heart

I’m always fascinated by the things that Lina picks up and chooses to repeat. Like when she holds one of her babies close, pats them on the back and says “Come ‘ere. It’s okay, it’s okay.” Sometimes I have to figure out where she learns these things, like where she learned what a clock was. We hadn’t talked about that yet, and she pointed to a clock on one of her toys and said, “Look Mommy, a clock!” Except all the L’s were missing… yep, that’s how she pronounces clock. Which is funny when she isn’t saying it loudly throughout the aisles of Target.

Most of the time though, I know where it’s coming from. Yesterday she stood up next to where I was sitting, cupped my face, looked into my eyes and said “You’re beautiful.” Melted me into a pool of butter. Mostly I was proud that I taught her that. And that she was able to grasp that I meant it every time I said it. But more than anything, I was just glad that she repeated “you’re beautiful” instead of the bad word I may have uttered a little too loudly as I was getting pulled over a few weeks ago.