Last night I was laying on the couch with Ben and it hit me. I’d kissed my one year old good bye for the last time. In just a few hours she would be….two. I kind of wanted to cry. Two? That sounds so…un-baby-ish. And she is my baby! As if to celebrate her march into toddlerness over babyness, last night she counted to ten. Okay, she cheated a bit with “fourive” but besides that she nailed it.
Her speech has just exploded over the last month. She started constructing sentences “hungry me.” “Princess Me.” By the time we were in Phoenix she’d added a bit more to it – “I’m a princess me.” I was a little happy and a little sad to hear her figure out the “I’m”…Last night she called her cup her “sippy” instead of her “bippy” as she has been doing. It’s just one celebratory sadness after another.
I asked Ben, “do you think I will always feel a little sad on her birthdays?” He guessed that I would. While today I’m excited to make this day special and fun for her, to see her huge grin and hear her laugh, I just keep thinking about how she’ll never go back to that little (for her little) baby in my arms. She’ll just keep marching forward in maturity and development. Of course that’s a wonderful thing, and each new thing she learns is part of why this parenting thing is so absolutely amazing. Witnessing the growth, the new words, the new understanding, the new discoveries, is like getting a whole new bright outlook on life. If she wasn’t progressing and learning and growing, all the wonder would be lost. This growing up thing is a daily miracle, heartache, and joy, all wrapped up into one.
Corrie Joy is an unspeakable gift to us. She is smart and sassy and sweet and fun. She is cute and she knows it. When I tell her “you’re so cute!” She says “thank you!” and shoulder shrugs. She would spend all of her time at Nanna and Poppa’s or at Maga’s (Grandma Ruth 🙂 ) if she could. Every morning when I would get her up while we were in Phoenix (and every nap time too) her first words would be “Nana? Poppa? Tilly? (the dog)”…When we had to leave Nana and Poppa’s and I told her we were flying home she said “no, Maga’s house.”
She has learned to ask “what’s that” and asks it regularly. She asks “what you doing?” She loves to exclaim “I did it!” She figured out while spending hours in the grass in Phoenix how to do a somersault (well, minus the landing back on her feet) and last night put on quite a display of her new skills exclaiming “I did it!” and “I upside down!” and “I on my head!” She’s also full on into “watch this” mode and dazzles us with things like her ability to twirl in a circle until she falls down.
She loves all things girly. She only wants to wear dresses, and preferably sparkly and ruffly dresses. She loves to touch the ruffle on her dress and say “I a princess.” When I ask her what she wants to wear she responds “a princess dress.” (this really refers to any dress, but when I open the closet she usually does have a preference, her green sparkly Christmas dress). She could hang out in Target all day, which might be genetic, but she loves trying on all the necklaces and hats in her section as well as touching all the dresses. She also insists on carrying a basket even though every 30 seconds she informs me that “it’s heavy.” I don’t go to Target if I’m in a hurry.
Like most kids her age she has developed an obsession with Frozen. She loves to listen to the “Anna and Elsa songs” in the car and is now known to break out at any moment into her little rendition of “Let it Go” (which is comprised of those words over and over and some slurring for words she doesn’t know) complete with arm movements.
She also loves Mickey and Minnie and right now they are her must haves for bed time along with her trusty blankie that she’s been sleeping with since birth. She carries it around like Linus. We have to sneak it off for “baths” because she gets so sad when she knows it’s in a place where she can’t touch it. I already miss the way she used to say Mickey Mouse, with the Mouse sounding more pronounced…”Mowse” maybe?
Her favorite show, if she is not watching the “Elsa show” is “Little Einstein’s” or “Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.” In the past month she’s figured out that she’s supposed to interact with these shows and now loves to pat pat pat her lap and yell “blastoff.” She loves reading books and again, while I don’t want her to grow up, I am excited for when she gets into bigger stories.
She has gotten better at taking baths, but almost all of them still end with her standing up and insisting she’s “all done” the moment I start rinsing shampoo out of her hair. She still hates to do anything that she’s made to do or didn’t think of first. She’s continued to do awesome on planes and not so awesome in the car (not strapped in vs strapped in)…If only we could fly to Victor.
I thought we’d all but lost her curly curls, but turns out we just needed some rain and extra humidity and those gorgeous coils are back.
It’s amazing how a person can make you feel like you’re at your wits end and also like you’re the luckiest person on earth- about 30 times a day. We love our little Corrie Joy with all our hearts and we wish her the biggest Happy Two Year Old Birthday!