To Vivian, 2.5
There are just too many adorable stories happening now and I'm terrified if I don't write them down, they will disappear from memory as has no doubt happened to countless events already. It is really crazy. Things happen on a daily basis that a part of me thinks I will never forget -- how could I? -- but then that very same day, I can't remember what they were. It kills me because I never ever ever want to forget how much I love having a little partner around, living with a two year old you, and being the mom of two girls, 6 1/2 and almost 2 1/2. It is the greatest.
This weekend you had a sleepover at Grandma Helaine's and Grandpa Paul's. I am working on a show right now so we are spending less time together than usual and it is a little hard on you. Mostly you seem to be doing just fine but you do cry a lot when I have to go to work and you are sometimes a little clingier to me than you would normally be. Grandma told me that you started to cry when she was putting you to bed and you were asking for Mommy. She told you that she was a mommy, and in fact, that she was my mommy. You replied, "I want the Mommy named Carolyn."
You also know that when my job is over, we are going tobe going to the beach. The other morning as I was getting ready for work, you told me, "I want to go to the beach!" which I knew was your way of saying you wanted my job to be over. But when you are playing pretend now, you often play that you have to leave your babies and, when I ask where you are going, you reply, " work" and when I ask where you work, you answer, "Regrets". I do somehow feel that this means it is a little okay with you that I am working and that you sort of get it.
The other day, you and Stella were kind of arguing about something. I can't remember what it was but then you were about to do something that Stella did not want you to do. She looked at you and said, "Vivian, don't even think about it." You looked back with your mean face and said, "I'm thinking about it". It's good you are getting tough. You really do have a great mean face when you get mad.
When I ask you a hard question like, "Why do you cry when Ranny leaves" you answer, "Because you're stubborn" which you heard on a Sesame Street video. It is adorable the way you say it and sometimes Stella and I try hard to ask you a question that will illicit that answer.
You still love french fries. Grandma Helaine and I took you to lunch recently and we ordered a beet salad and asked that it come first -- before the french fries which we also got for you -- because once french fries are around, you will not consume anything else. Grandma put about five pieces of beets on your plate and said that when you ate them, then the french fries would come. You did eat them and then she put more on your plate. You rightfully protested as that was not part of the deal. And we asked the waiter to bring you your fries. Boy how you love a potato cooked in oil.
You also love gymnastics and are really good at it. You are especially good at hanging from the bar and swinging but you do a mean somersault as well. Gymnastics is pretty much the only one of your activities where you are happy to be the demonstrator. If Robert pulls you aside to show everyone what we are doing, you generally go pretty happily. However, if your swimming teacher so much as touches you, you cry hysterically. In one gymnastics class, however, they took out the rope swing and you were very reluctant to do it. You asked me, "Am I gonna get hurt?" I assured you that you wouldn't but you still did not want to go. Stella has been going with us to Chelsea Piers but even seeing her do the rope swing did not sway you. You did, however, jump with her from the trampoline into the pit and had a lot of fun. Your most favorite thing to do, though, is to jump in the big ball pit and hide underneath a bunch of balls and have me look for you and then cry when I can't find you. You always emerge from the balls with a huge smile on your face. Similarly, at swimming, you love to hide in the lockers. For a long time you were the perfect height but now you have to be careful of bumping your head. You just won't stop growing.
There is a boy in your AMNH class who sometimes hits other kids. One week a daddy really yelled at him and then he got removed from an area where you were all sitting pretending to be in a nest of some kind. You love to talk about him and what happened and that he is not nice.
You, however are really nice and loving and super affectionate, making it really fun to be your mom. Thanks. I love you. Love, Mommy
This weekend you had a sleepover at Grandma Helaine's and Grandpa Paul's. I am working on a show right now so we are spending less time together than usual and it is a little hard on you. Mostly you seem to be doing just fine but you do cry a lot when I have to go to work and you are sometimes a little clingier to me than you would normally be. Grandma told me that you started to cry when she was putting you to bed and you were asking for Mommy. She told you that she was a mommy, and in fact, that she was my mommy. You replied, "I want the Mommy named Carolyn."
You also know that when my job is over, we are going tobe going to the beach. The other morning as I was getting ready for work, you told me, "I want to go to the beach!" which I knew was your way of saying you wanted my job to be over. But when you are playing pretend now, you often play that you have to leave your babies and, when I ask where you are going, you reply, " work" and when I ask where you work, you answer, "Regrets". I do somehow feel that this means it is a little okay with you that I am working and that you sort of get it.
The other day, you and Stella were kind of arguing about something. I can't remember what it was but then you were about to do something that Stella did not want you to do. She looked at you and said, "Vivian, don't even think about it." You looked back with your mean face and said, "I'm thinking about it". It's good you are getting tough. You really do have a great mean face when you get mad.
When I ask you a hard question like, "Why do you cry when Ranny leaves" you answer, "Because you're stubborn" which you heard on a Sesame Street video. It is adorable the way you say it and sometimes Stella and I try hard to ask you a question that will illicit that answer.
You still love french fries. Grandma Helaine and I took you to lunch recently and we ordered a beet salad and asked that it come first -- before the french fries which we also got for you -- because once french fries are around, you will not consume anything else. Grandma put about five pieces of beets on your plate and said that when you ate them, then the french fries would come. You did eat them and then she put more on your plate. You rightfully protested as that was not part of the deal. And we asked the waiter to bring you your fries. Boy how you love a potato cooked in oil.
You also love gymnastics and are really good at it. You are especially good at hanging from the bar and swinging but you do a mean somersault as well. Gymnastics is pretty much the only one of your activities where you are happy to be the demonstrator. If Robert pulls you aside to show everyone what we are doing, you generally go pretty happily. However, if your swimming teacher so much as touches you, you cry hysterically. In one gymnastics class, however, they took out the rope swing and you were very reluctant to do it. You asked me, "Am I gonna get hurt?" I assured you that you wouldn't but you still did not want to go. Stella has been going with us to Chelsea Piers but even seeing her do the rope swing did not sway you. You did, however, jump with her from the trampoline into the pit and had a lot of fun. Your most favorite thing to do, though, is to jump in the big ball pit and hide underneath a bunch of balls and have me look for you and then cry when I can't find you. You always emerge from the balls with a huge smile on your face. Similarly, at swimming, you love to hide in the lockers. For a long time you were the perfect height but now you have to be careful of bumping your head. You just won't stop growing.
There is a boy in your AMNH class who sometimes hits other kids. One week a daddy really yelled at him and then he got removed from an area where you were all sitting pretending to be in a nest of some kind. You love to talk about him and what happened and that he is not nice.
You, however are really nice and loving and super affectionate, making it really fun to be your mom. Thanks. I love you. Love, Mommy
posted by Carolyn at 2/25/2012 11:02:00 PM
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