I responded that I had notices a few changes, that you had indeed been more obstinate, more disobedient than usual, why did she ask?
She told me that you not only blatantly refused to do as you were asked a number of times, but you gave her a filthy death stare as you stood your ground.
I was secretly a little bit proud. It’s hard to be cross with you.
Do we have an entire year of this before the threes take hold?
My love, my dear heart, my sweet little girl, I think this may actually be you. Feisty, determined, fierce.
You are such a headstrong creature that I think perhaps we are destined to years of you blatantly, obstinately disregarding directions and doing whatever the hell you want.
Maybe if you were my first child I would worry, but as my second, I think ‘you go, girl’. You are so delightful in a myriad of ways that your desire to stand your ground ought to serve you well in time.
We will butt heads no doubt, but your soft and loving side will never be buried too far beneath your stubbornness and I think I will always be able to snaffle a schnuggle out of you.
You do love a schnuggle and I love to bury my nose into the soft flesh of your neck and just breathe in the caramel smell of my baby…. even though you’re not quite as sweet smelling as you once were, I’ll always be intoxicated by you.
You will always be my baby girl, and I will always have your back.
The time has gone fast, my girl. It’s been a wild ride with many changes but it’s passed me by in a flash of firsts.
You were slow to walk.
I imagined you crawling into your first day of high school for a while there, but there you finally stood on your chubby little legs and you wobbled your butt as you took those first uncertain strides. Now you run. You fall a lot so I’m guessing you have your mother’s coordination, but you do so love to run….away from me when I’m trying to get you into the car, or get you dressed.
You’re generous with your love. Throwing your arms around people, throwing your entire little body at them for a cuddle. Pulling yourself onto laps, locking yourself around legs. You have no shortage of love to give, this much I know.
Today is your 2nd birthday, dear Kikster.
You talk better than many of your peers, and count to 20 but you still pee your pants so we won’t put you down as a prodigy just yet, but know that your Mama thinks you’re the coolest little girl in the world.
And your double dimples simply melt me every. single. time.
Happy birthday, Angel.
Today is your day and we will eat chocolate cake, and drink strawberry smoothies, swing you on the garden swing, go and feed the ducks and paint with bright colours, because these are the things that you enjoy the most, and we shall do them with gusto on your second birthday.
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