S is two years old! My baby, my littlest baby, is two years old. Impossible. She’s loving life at her Montessori School. She just loves helping and doing things herself – “I DO IT!” When she needs something she says, “Need that, my wa-wa” or “Need that, my mommy.” She’s very into babies, both real and plastic. She’s enjoying building castles out of blocks (the ones from when I was a kid!) with her sister and dad. She loves her dog and say “stop it.” She can go half a day or longer in underwear and won’t have an accident if you remember to take her to sit on the potty every half hour or so. She still nurses once a day, at bedtime, but does fine going to bed without nursing if someone else puts her to bed. She is very cuddly but also very independent. She doesn’t allow me to get her dressed anymore or even to pick out her clothes. She still needs our help though, of course. She loves her sister and loves to torment her sister by taking something she’s working with and running away as fast as she can. She’s still a good eater, but her appetite seems to be slowing down a bit. She’s not a lover of sweets like her sister and I are. She loves talking to her “e-ma” on the phone. She’s very into legos (duplos). She counts a bunch, from listening to her sister and from playing hide and seek. She can often be found singing The Wheels on the Bus or Where is Thumbkin and will sing along most of the words to Lullabye Broadway. She goes to sleep between 7 and 8pm with no problems. She wakes up between 5am-6:30 am by calling for mom and crying. I’m tempted to move her to a toddler bed, turn her carseat around and stop nursing her, but I think I am going to hold onto this baby just a little bit longer.
Here she is opening some of her birthday presents: her very own yoga mat, a blanket for her baby dolls and a bathrobe.
And finally, her two year stats:
Weight: 24 lbs (20th percentile)
Height: 35 inches (75th percentile)