I can’t even bear saying these words. Two years old is when you stop counting in months. You rarely hear anyone saying “he is 28 months old” right? So could this mean the end of babyhood? Apart from these gorgeous plump cheeks, there isn’t much left of babyhood in you… Oh and the dummies, you are still addicted to dummies so I bet that makes you still a little bit of a baby then. When I say addicted, I MEAN addicted! You even go to your brother at night and steal the one he has in his mouth. When we come to the room, because obviously your brother is rather peed off with you, we find you lying on your bed with one in your mouth and one in each hands and laughing your head off.
You love your wellies, so much so that I am wondering how you are going to feel when they won’t fit anymore and at the rate your feet grow it won’t be long…
You are learning words. Lots of them. For example the other day you hit me on the leg and told me to "hurry up" because I was slow serving your milk.
Balls are your passion. Any ball really: big, small, footballs, rugby balls, basket balls, purple ones, red ones, tennis balls...
I sometime feel guilty that I am not doing enough with you, like taking you to playgroups or spend more time playing with you. You see life is rather unfair for the second child, you tend to become a “follower”. Whatever activity your older brother is doing, you have to fit around so I guess that’s why.
This year hasn’t been easy every day for us. We had lots of moments when I thought the crying and the tantrums would never end, but lately, it is like we have come out at the other side of the tunnel. You are cheerful and happy most of the time. You are so easy going.
You are very independent too. You can play for ages on your own, although your favourite partners are your Brother and E the lovely girl next door. You adore her and you can spend hours looking through the hole in the fence at the back of the garden calling her. She is 14.
This week we went into Elliott classroom a couple of times and you were so happy there, you didn’t want to leave. You are due to start pre-school next January but as you looked so confident there, I asked if there was a chance you could start earlier and it seems a possibility.
I have been dreaming of having some extra time and now that it is almost happening I have a knot in my stomach. My baby is no longer one. I am no longer the mum of a toddler and a baby, I have two little boys and I miss having my babies. Life is at a corner for all of us with you growing up so quickly and I just wish I could have more baby years ahead, but that’s not the way it goes.
Nothing lasts forever apart from this unconditional love I have for you. You are and will always be my wonderful Victor, my amazing blond boy with the cheeky grin and the funny personality. I love you more than word could say and I wish you a
Very Happy 2nd Birthday!
Nothing is missing from that photo: Dummy, ball and wellies!