My way-too-soon-to-be 2 year old.

     London turns 2 next week. 2. In some ways, I feel like--"Wait, I'm MARRIED?! I birthed a CHILD?!?!" ----and in other ways it feels like that little curly-red-headed angel has always been mine. My mother keeps telling me that I need to write down all the funny things she says, so I figured a blog about our life together would be the perfect place to document her hilariousness. 

     Before London could talk, she would reach her arms up for me and moan, and I would say, "Do you want Mommy to hold you?" So once London could talk, she would ask me, "Mommy hold you?" Over the months, that has somehow morphed into, "Mommy, heed you?" And so it remains how she asks me to pick her up.

      "Ma, Nunun" means she wants to do something all by herself.

     
     She is obsessed with pancakes. She wakes me up every morning with, "Mommy, besfast? I want pe-eetes? Pease, Mommy? Up!" I now make about 80 varieties of pancakes to satisfy her addiction. This morning, she ran to get Kyle from bed with, "Daddy, pe-eete time!"


     She thinks every "ouchie" needs "bedcine" and a "beendeed". If I get hurt, or even if she thinks I'm hurt, she says, "Oh, no! I sorry, Mommy!"

     London is disgusted by anything that touches her skin. One hair from her head gets tangled around her finger, or a string hangs from her pants, and she comes sprinting. "Uh, oh! Mommy, YUCKY! Help you, pease, Mommy?"

     If London had her way, she would wear a "princess dress", or absolutely nothing at all. Lots of outfits qualify as a "princess dress" to London- basically anything that is long, has ruffles, bows, flowers, lace, etc. A few weeks ago, she put on one of Kyle's work shirts, asked him to roll up the sleeves, and danced around the house saying, "Princess! Mommy, princess!"

     Every single thing she completes is followed by, "TADA!"

     She dances to all music. "I Knew You Were Trouble" by Taylor Swift is her favorite song on the planet. She tells me every morning, "Mommy, I want trouble, trouble, trouble." And so we dance in the living room.

     Last night, we were sitting on a blanket under the tree in our front yard when she realized the moon was out. She cheered, "The moon! Mommy, the moon!...........(a pause in deep thought)............ I want touch it." So my mom and Taryn held her up and she reached with all her might. She was so happy.

     She is gentle, polite, sensitive, graceful, and fiercely independent. This is my way-too-soon-to-be-2 year old.