The big 2-0

My dearest Little Bit,

Well you're no longer a "teenager" and what a month it has been. First off, I need to explain something to you. When I was pregnant with you, I was literally giganto. Yes…part of this was because I choose to eat banana splits for dinner every night, but I digress. I’m 5’1 and I blew up to the size of a house. My feet were so swollen that I had “kankles” for godsake! I never thought that my feet would return to normal. And I tell you this to tell you this: after all I went through it is not very nice of you to shove me out of your room and scream for your daddy when I’m trying to put you to bed. Not cool Little Bit, not cool at all. Sure it’s just a phase, but it makes me pretty sad. Granted I love it that you and your daddy are two peas in a pod, but it makes me a little jealous. I guess I’ll just have to deal with it. And when you get older and want to talk to me about boys, I’ll be sure to direct you right to the source!

This month you to hate, loathe, and despise bugs, spiders, or any other member of the insect world. Can’t say that I blame you on that one. It’s so cute to hear you say, “EWWWWWW, EWWWWW.” Apparently, your day care teachers had to put all of the plastic spiders and bugs away because they totally flip you out. Who wants to play with plastic bugs anyway? Those kids apparently have issues and will be better off without them.

We celebrated Halloween this past month. You’ve only been on this earth a total of 609 days but without a doubt trick-or-treat night has been the best day of your life thus far. You were such a cute little pirate. We were especially proud when you walked right up to a 7 year old boy dressed as a pirate and screamed “ARRRR” right in his face. Way to play the part! Next year we’ll have to practice before we go out to hit up the neighbors for candy. You are not suppose to walk up to the bowl and take as much as you want. And you aren’t “suppose” to go to the same house twice. Luckily, we have nice and understanding neighbors.

We (especially me) also love that you still love to sing your little heart out. Of course we sometimes have NO CLUE what you are singing and we often have to ask your teachers to translate for us. I had no idea that you were randomly breaking it down to the “chicken dance’ and “cluck cluck clucking” until yesterday when I heard it playing in your room when I picked you up. Now it all makes sense.

By 21 months I hope you figure out that brushing your teeth is a very good thing, not something that people scream and cry over every night. Unless of course you want your teeth to look like chicklets. You love to play with play-dough, although I usually have to take it away b/c you try to feed it to the dog and/or take a few bites yourself. And you like to “color color’ but it is apparently more fun to dump all 96 crayons into the floor. And why you said it double double, we’ll never know. You also say “car car.” Hmmm, strange but we love the craziness and laugh about it daily. You can alway put a smile on our faces. So happy 20 months Sophie B. I love this picture of you holding your legs like you did when you were tiny. It reminds me that you will always be my baby.

Love Mama