Two Years

Dear L,

Two years ago today you were born and your dad and I were beyond thrilled. You came into this world and gave the loudest cry I have ever heard. You've been making your presence known ever since.

You've gone through a lot of changes in the past year. We've added your sister to the family, you started going to a new (and better) daycare, and we just moved into a new house! Despite all of the new stuff, you've taken it in stride and you are mostly a curious and happy boy.

You love to be outside and you hate wearing socks in the house. You want to climb, jump and swing almost constantly and I think you would live at the park if we let you.

 

 

Your favorite phrase is "I want milk" followed by "I want Daddy". You also like to say the parts of your face and we will often hear you exclaim "Oh no!" if something exciting happens on TV.  I have seen your father's stubborn streak in you and you will often say "No!", "Out!" or "Go!" if you don't want us interfering with your fun. You couldn't live without Wonder Pets and Sesame Street, but you also love it when someone reads to you.  Your best friend, besides Elmo, is your dad. You two are best buds and I hope it always stays that way.

We love you, little man. We couldn't imagine our lives without you!

Moving On

I had my annual well woman exam recently.  It was an odd experience to sit in that waiting room with no pregnancy to check on.  I watched all of the other pregnant women come and go and I felt a little sad.  Don’t get me wrong, I am very happy with L and E  and feel very grateful for what I have. With my health issues, I don’t think having another baby would be worth the risk, but this was the first time that I really thought about never having another child.  E is growing up so fast.  She crawls, tries to pull up, claps her hands and loves to interact with everyone.  There is almost no evidence of the newborn that would fall asleep on my chest.  L will be two next week and rarely has time to stop for a hug or kiss.  It’s just go, go, go with an occasional break for Sesame Street.  My babies are now children. 

This weekend we are finally moving into our new house.  It has new tile, carpet and laminate floors as well as a new fridge and all new bedroom furniture.  It’s going to be a new life in a new and bigger house.  It is long overdue.  I curse our current house at least once a day.  It’s not the house’s fault, we’ve just outgrown it.  I get a little teary eyed when I think that L and E won’t remember this place.  We brought both of our babies to this house and this house was the last visit that M’s dad made before he passed away.  As ready as I am to move, and I am VERY ready, it has been our home for the last 5 years and I will miss it.  Life goes on, though, and we are fortunate enough to have a new home that we will fill with new “firsts” and new memories.  Closing doors and moving on is a part of living and I don’t mind feeling a little sad and nostalgic.  I think that when you remember something, you honor it.

 So, wish us luck!  If you don’t hear from me, I’m probably trapped under a pile of boxes…..