25 Months or 2.0833 Years

Bonjour Leif,

Now that you are over 2 years old, I suppose I could stop counting in months. But that would feel unnatural. I remember when you were minutes old, then days, then weeks, then months. Skipping ahead to years would be too much too soon.

On Thursday and Friday we took you skiing, and let me quote:

"I love it!"

And yes, you really did. You rode in the backpack while I or Dada or your Papa Jeff skied. Melody took pictures and cheered us on. The cold was kept at bay with about 6 layers of clothes, helmets, and goggles. We were all so impressed with how much you dug it. You finally fell asleep and I lugged you back to the cabin, and upon waking all you could say is "Do it again!". Don't worry, I think you have lots of skiing in your near future.



Now that you're officially in the "terrible twos" (whatever that means) you are a little more moody. You fluctuate between tender, sweet loving kindness and boyish destruction. Your imagination is also sprouting up here and there - yesterday you told me all about your special fish that was blue and how you put it back in the water. All while holding your hands cupped about some air and whispering.

Later on we were inspecting my newly bloomed amaryllis and you tried to put it in a choke hold. This is what I mean when I say "destructive".

That incident aside, yesterday evening you said something to me that I will always treasure. I'd just taken a shower, blown out my hair, and put on a clean shirt. I walked up to you to scoop you up to go out to dinner and you just stared and stared back at me.

"So beautiful, Mama. You're so beautiful".

Dada and I just cried and cried, we couldn't believe it. Thank you.


Love,

Your Mama