Dear Lentil,
There hasn't been a day in your life when I haven't held you close to me, smelled your glorious smell that you keep tucked away in that cozy spot on your neck below your ear, and told you that you are my favorite boy. Sometimes I worry what will happen if you have a baby brother, because how could both of you be my favorite boy? I suppose that will resolve itself, but right now you are my favorite boy.
Today you woke up to a present in your bed, courtesy of the birthday bird. Unfortunately, you weren't so sure it came from the birthday bird because you had heard the birthday bird and he had spent most of the night flying around in the sky and not coming in the window we left open for him. But once you'd come to your senses and saw that gift, unwrapped that gift, you knew that the birthday bird had brought his magic to your cribby last night. Maybe you were a little confused, but that's just because you aren't used to such magical occurances. In the next few years I bet this sort of thing will become old hat.
You've become quite hateful to your diapers. Not only are you very particular about which ones can touch your royal hiney, but you'd really prefer to have none at all. We spent a great deal of time this morning trying to negotiate with you to get you to put on your diapers and pants so you could go to the park.
Your favorite birthday treat so far has to be the life-size Dora the Explorer balloon. You've been dragging her from room to room, talking to her as though you are old friends: "Dora, where's boots?" "Dora, have you seen swiper? Swiper no swiping. Aw, maaaan." "Dora, would you like some lunch?" "Dora, let's play piano." It's terribly cute. I have been forgetting to video tape this deliciousness, and I need to get on it! Especially since your dad is out of town and won't be able to witness you turn two ever again.
I found an Elmo themed "Happy birthday" sign for you. When you saw the letters I asked you what it said and you said "M-A-H-K-O- Granny!" but you knew that wasn't right and you wanted to know what the letters read, so I sounded them out for you. "H makes the huh sound. It goes huh, huh-aah, hahp, happ," and you shouted out "Happy birthday!" I had a little proud moment, thinking about just how brilliant you are. I know it doesn't seem like much to other parents of just barely twos, but I'm convinced you're amazing.
You are very particular about which clothes you wear. You don't like to have exposed knees, so we're lucky long shorts are very much in vogue. I bought you some sandals to wear but you're convinced that they're too big and you take them off whenever I'm able to sneak them on your chubby little feet. I think when it's just a little bit hotter you will change your mind about shoes and socks.
You love to play in the kiddy pool at granny's house. No matter how chilly it is outside, if there's water in the pool you insist on stripping down to your birthday suit (!) and wading around in the water. Your perfect nakey nakerson little body tiptoes gently through the icy cold water as you narrate your experience. "It's told. My feet are told. Sit down, granny!" you command. "let's water the garden." you say as you pour water out of the pool and onto the ground below.
I know you won't remember this birthday, but I hope you will always remember the feeling of safety and peace you had when you were just barely two. This is a good time for you. Your mama and dada love you so very much. Happy glorious birthday to you, my little legume.
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