We are honored and shocked to have a two year old in our midst. My weekly email newsletter about her age group (somehow every pregnant woman in America manages to sign up for these emails) switched over from “your one year old” to “your preschooler.” I don’t really believe in preschool, so STOP THAT NONSENSE, Baby Center.
I’m sure it’s no news to you all that two year olds are tiny wonderful gremlins who move into your home and bring havoc and delight wherever they go. They don’t fix up your shoes or clean your kitchen while you sleep, but they do find pieces of paper and tear them into a dozen pieces and leave a small trail of confetti across your living room. While you make dinner, they delight in hunting down a neat pile of folded blankets and unfolding them into a pattern only understood by their whimsical minds. They don’t bake cookies in treehouse kitchens, but they do accompany you on every bathroom visit, and bang down the door if you accidentally happened to lock it.
We love ours. <3 <3 Happy Birthday Lux. (and yes, it’s true: Joan Bea was born just two days before Lux’s birthday! Anyone have experience with very very close family birthdays?)