Dear Hadley,

Last week you turned twenty-six months old. And man, are you sure coming into your own. You are quite the character. Constantly making us burst out laughing (or have to bite our tongues when you say or do something naughty that is nevertheless equally hilarious). You will repeat just about anything we say, but there is just something hilarious hearing it come from your tiny mouth.

You have two different “voices” you like to speak in. One is this high, schrill volume that you generally reserve for moments of sheer excitement. Like anytime you see Ana (“My Sissy Poo!”) or when it was time to open presents (“Open presents? YEAHHHH!”). The other is this totally unexpected deep baritone that you use to sound authoritative (“Ana, eat you broccoli!”) or express sadness/anger (“I do it MYSELF.”).

In all your constant chatting, you have become quite the manners aficionado.  In fact, you sometimes border on being the Manners Police! A couple weeks ago I just finished loading groceries into my car and a man offered to take my cart back to the store. After I said “thank you” he simply nodded in response. But you gave him a stern look and shouted, “Say ‘you welcome!'” Thank you my dear. At least I know you always have my back.

Admitting your child is getting bigger is a hard thing thing to do. Which is why when we went on our vacation to Eagle Crest over Christmas vacation we brought the Pack N Play to use as your bed. It wasn’t until we put you in it the first night that we really noticed just how HUGE you are now. You took up every single inch of that portable crib. You only lasted part of the night in that tiny cramped space and spent the rest of the week sleeping on the air mattress with Ana. I guess we should probably accept that fact that you aren’t the tiny baby you once were.

If I had to pick one word to describe you right now, it would have to be independent. You want to do everything by yourself. From climbing into your car seat to decorating cookies to putting on your own socks, I am constantly hearing you say, “I do it!” You have the most determined look on your face and, while it may take you a little longer, you can usually get it done in the end. You are stubborn and determined and I admire your drive to be soself-sufficient.

Like your father, you are very easily excited. The simple sight of snow and you can go from being in a bad mood to being on top of the world. We have been to the mountain a few times in the last month and each time we get high enough in elevation to see snow accumulation it’s all I can do to keep you from hyperventilating as you chant, “Snow. Snow! SNOW!!” while watching it fall outside your car window.

You have started doing this thing (not quite sure I can even call it a phase) where everything you see you assign a family position. Large things are Daddy. Very tiny things are Hadley. Things in between vary between being Mama or Sissy/Ana. For example if you see three bears of varying sizes the largest is the Daddy Bear, the middle is the Mama Bear, and the littlest is the Hadley Bear (Not Baby Bear. HADLEY BEAR. I only made that mistake once.) But it’s not always living things either. Sometimes you find random things and you pick them up and say, “This rock a Hadley rock.” Basically I think it means you equate your name with meaning something is small.

As you watch Ana and all her artistic interests you have started wanting to test your crafty abilities as well. We started you small with crayons and coloring books, then dry erase markers on a white board, and have recently ventured into the magic that is Crayola Color Wonder. I am a big fan of the fact that the “paint” only works on the magic paper so the mess is nice and contained. See? You can be creative and express yourself without destroying my house in the process!

Hadley, you are such a joyful presence. I just love being around you because you never fail to brighten my mood. I never know what you are going to say or do and you constantly catch me off guard. Your vocabulary, as well as your physical and mental abilities, are growing with such ferocity that I’m afraid if I blink you’ll be completing your college applications before I even realize what is happening. Thank you for being so amazing and for always keeping me on my toes!

All my love,

Mama

Dear Hadley,

Last week you turned twenty-five months old. You have only been two for a little over a month and I feel like you have it mastered. I would never say you are “terrible” as the two’s are often described, but I certainly understand why some people do. You wear your feelings on your sleeve and we are constantly riding an emotional roller coaster that quickly goes from complete happiness to utter devastation, then rounds the corner to stubbornness sprinkled with rage and eases gently back to blissful content. In fact just the other day you were throwing a sitcom-esque fit and stomping your feet in anger. You were shouting, “Too tiny! TOO TINY!” When I asked you what was too tiny, you looked at me in disbelief and said, “ME!”

As you want to express your new-found independence, more and more we are finding ourselves at a battle of wills as you want to “do it by myself” and I want you to, say, hold my hand to safely cross the street (shocking, I know). I understand that you want to show me what a big girl you are, and when it’s safe (and we have the extra 20 minutes required for you to actually put your pants on by yourself) I am more than happy to let you.

You are also not afraid to tell it like it is. Kids don’t have a censor button like adults (thank goodness because you wouldn’t be nearly as entertaining!) and so if you think it, then you say it. I will be flipping through the radio stations and you will tell me, “No like it.” over and over until I find one that you actually enjoy (like your father, you are quite fond of Christmas music). But I can forget about singing along because whenever I do you are quick to tell me, “No singin’ Mama. I no like it.”

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not all struggles and emotional outbursts. In fact you have become our family cheerleader. You are always clapping and telling us what a good job we are doing. Last week we were driving to playgroup when you suddenly started clapping and shouting, “Yeah!” Thinking you were just realizing where we were going I said, “Do you recognize where we are?” You paused and looked at me with a confused expression and said, “No.” So I asked why you were clapping and you got all excited again and said, “Good driving, Mama! Yeah!”

You are also incredibly sweet and polite. You are always trying to hug your friends or hold hands as you walk along together. You also have amazing manners for a two-year-old. You are always saying “p’ease” and “t’ank you.” And while I think is to be expected from most kiddos your age, you are the only child I know that says, “T’ank you, Mama. T’ank you.” when I simply change your diaper.

There are so many things you say that just crack me up.  You have recently started referring to Ana as “Sissy-Poo” and while I have no idea where this came from, I simply cannot help but smile when I hear it. You have also adopted Ana’s nickname for your dad and when you are being extra sweet (or want something), you refer to him as “Daddy-o.” (I’ll try not to be offended that you don’t have a pet name for me, but simply oscillate between Mama and Mom.)

Hadley, you are such a wonderful little girl. I just love to be around you and I marvel each day at how quickly you are growing into such a little lady. When you aren’t click-clacking around the house in tiny dress-up high heels you can often be found “doctoring” your baby dolls. You are so nurturing and kind that I can’t help but graviate towards you. Thank you for being amazing, perfect, and most importantly, mine!

All my love,

Mama

Dear Hadley,
Today you are twenty-four months old… which means today is your birthday! Happy birthday, my sweet TWO YEAR OLD girl! You have grown up so quickly, I honestly have no idea where time has gone. You are talking up a storm lately and it is just so much fun listening to all the things you have to say. Mostly you are telling me “I do it!” because you are quite an independent little thing.

We celebrated your birthday last weekend and I know you had a wonderful time because you simply cannot stop talking about your party. You are obsessed with owls so it was only natural that you had an owl themed birthday party. As I pieced together all the details for your party (love is in the details, after all) from owl favor bags, to an owl pull-string pinata, and your (if I don’t mind saying so myself) adorable homemade owl cake, I kept you involved in the whole process. You were very quick to give my work your “Like it!” seal of approval.

In our family, smartphones (that can trust the services that are available in a cell phone repair site mentioned here) are never more than an arms length away. From keeping track of all of our busy schedules, to responding to emails, to constantly snapping pictures of the adorable things you do, you are no stranger to having an iPhone in your face. So it was no surprise when I caught you trying to take MY picture with your iPhone the other day.

Before we round the corner into winter, I must take a moment to discuss all the fabulous fall activities that you were able to enjoy for the first this year. We went to the pumpkin patch with our MOMS Club friends and it is my firm belief that no pumpkin patch experience is complete without a caramel apple. So I bought one for you and Ana to share. You were delighted to no end with the sticky, sweet treat. Eventually you girls ate the apple all the way down to the core and I literally had to pry the stick from your gooey little fingers.

While we were at the same pumpkin patch, you took the opportunity to play on the assorted obstacle courses and slides scattered around the grounds. You were VERY fond of the tunnel slides. Not knowing how you would react the first time you tried it, I encouraged you to start with the little slide and gradually work up to the loooong one. But you, being the fearless child you are, as soon as you shot out of the small one you made a beeline for the large one and you never looked back.

We also did our annual family trip to Lakeview Farms  for their corn maze and pumpkin patch. It managed to stay dry for our entire walk through the maze and while we wandered around selecting our perfect pumpkins. But just as we boarded the little train to take us back to the farm and check out, the sky opened up and it rained (there was even a little hail mixed in there) like I have never seen before. I pulled you close to me and use myself as a human shield to keep you as dry as possible. You looked up at me with a bewildered look on your face and said through chattering teeth, “It raining….co-co-cold.”

The grand culmination of fall festivities is indisputably Halloween. Since you had ballet that morning I seized the opportunity to use your costume from last year (which I had bought big) and dressed you as an adorable peacock for ballet class. You kept referring to yourself as a “Hall’ween Peacock” and you even remembered to say the “pea” the majority of the time.

While the peacock was perfect for indoor festivities, for trick-or-treating I insist that you wear a costume that will keep you warm in our chilly Oregon weather. You were more than happy to don the cuddly lion costume that was handed down to you from your big sister. You happily assumed the role of your character and would cheerily growl or gnash your teeth on command. Since your costume kept you nice and cozy, you became quite the trick-or-treating machine. I was very impressed that you walked all by yourself, never whined or fussed, and managed to keep up with the big kids the entire night.

You are a very determined little girl and when you want something to happen, you don’t give up until you succeed. The other day I was working in the kitchen when I came around the corner to check on you and discovered you had dragged the doll stroller up onto the couch and were sitting in it to watch TV (while still caring for your baby, of course). I’m not sure what was more impressive: that you had somehow managed to get the stroller up onto the couch by yourself or that you were able to fit into the tiny doll stroller!

Ana is still your favorite person in the entire world. Sure, you guys fight over toys and get cranky when you are in each others space, but the majority of the time you get along better than I could have ever hoped. I am always witnessing little moments where you are snuggled up together, sharing a snack or reading a book and it just melts my heart. I love the relationship you two have and so on my hardest parenting days I try to remember these moments and I know that I must be doing something right.

I don’t know if it’s from watching Ana and absorbing her interests, but you are suddenly into building and creating things. When Ana does art projects (painting, coloring, crafting) you climb up right next to her at the table to let your creative juices flow. You’ve also developed an interest in Legos and constructing things. I love watching your “thinking tongue” come out as you figure out how to put the pieces together and create the masterpiece you envision in your mind. It’s great to watch you develop your creative side and know that my prejudice against the mess and chaos that generally accompanies these activities hasn’t stifled your potential artist or architect within.

But don’t get me wrong, just because you don’t mind making the occasional mess doesn’t mean that you aren’t still obsessed with cleaning up. In ballet class your teacher is always commenting on how you like to stop the activity a few minutes before we are done doing it so you can start putting things away. And your cleaning up doesn’t stop with toys either. Grandpa Larry came over to help us trim some of our trees and haul away the excess of yard debris that accompanies a project of that nature. I brought out the bikes and scooters fully expecting you to go play while we worked, but you got right in there with the adults and did your part with delight!

And your OCD doesn’t even stop there. A couple days ago you kept asking me for “tan tire” and I was looking all over the house trying to figure out what kind of toy that could be. Eventually, seeing my confusion, you said (and I could almost hear you rolling your eyes with annoyance), “I show you.” You grabbed my hand, took me over to my diaper bag, and dug out my bottle of HAND SANITIZER. The whole time you were not looking for a toy to play with, but rather were asking to clean your hands. Silly mama.

But just because you get your obsession with being clean and tidy (and maybe even your stubborn determinedness) from me, doesn’t mean that you aren’t just as much like your Daddy. Just yesterday we were walking around Target and when you saw the Christmas decorations you got so excited you sounded like you were hyperventilating. Sure, you pointed and said, “Look, Mama! Hall’ween!” but I knew what you meant. This reminded me so much of your father who waited (just barely) until the day after Halloween to start listening to Christmas music. You two are going to be quite a force to be reckoned with one day.

Then this morning I asked you what you wanted me to make you for your special birthday breakfast. You promptly replied, “Ham sammich. Elmo on it, p’ease!” If your father had heard that request I know he would have beamed with pride. He would happily eat ham sandwiches, or “sammiches” as the case may be, just about any chance he gets.

I want to thank you so much for all you bring to my life. You make me laugh out loud every day. Oh who am I kidding, it’s more like several times a day. You are just about the sweetest child I know. Every time they pass out maracas at Gymboree or scarves at ballet class you are the ONLY child who quickly runs back to get some for me. All of the other children happily run off to enjoy their own toy while your only concern is that I get to participate as well. I am so proud of you and the amazing person you are. Happy birthday, baby!

All my love,
Mama

Dear Hadley,
Today you are twenty-three months old. This last month you have really started talking and at times it seems like you’ll never stop (for anyone who has met your older sister, they know that it is definitely a possibility). It is so much fun listening to you formulate your thoughts and try to communicate with everyone around you. You always want to be included in the conversation, copying the things we are saying or repeating the last words you understood. Even if you have no idea what we are talking about, you always side with Ana, stating, “Yeah, Ana.”

You are constantly by your sister’s side. The other day Ana needed to do her homework and you climbed up in the chair next to her at the table and asked, “Homework too?” So I dug out a reusable sheet of traceable letters and a dry erase marker so you could do your “homework” right next to Ana.

Since school is in full swing, so are fall sports. Ana is playing soccer and you have been to almost all of her games. I know you’d much rather be in the game along with her, but until you are big enough to play you are stuck in the cheering section. You always sit next to me on the sidelines and clap and cheer for the girls along with all the other parents. You are definitely Ana’s biggest fan.

Every morning we take Ana to school we pass through several school zones and therefore we are surrounded by many, MANY school busses (here is what the McAllen auto injury lawyers suggest measures to implement that is for the safety of both the drivers and pedestrians). This has brought on quite the obsession for you. It became a fun game to point out the busses we see while we navigate our course to and from her school. So when I found out the library was putting on a Truck Day and there would be a school bus that you could actually play inside, I knew you would love it. Sure enough when we got there you headed straight for the bus, played there the longest, and it was the only “truck” we had to come back and play on AGAIN. You can check out Orange County suffered a TBI if you need the best truck accident services.

This month you finally got to start your ballet class. You refer to it as “Had’ey school” and look forward to it all week long. It is a fun class and I just love watching your excitement as you run around the studio, playing with ribbons, scarves, and hula hoops.

I’m not sure if your singing started because of your dance class or from watching your sister, but you love to sing. We have this little play microphone and it is quite the coveted toy around our house. Since you are still learning to speak, most of your songs aren’t particularly lyrical in nature. Mostly a combination of humming and mumbling, sprinkled with a lot of “yeah, yeah, YEAHHHHH.”

As you are getting bigger you are starting to notice all the things everyone around you does differently and you are NOT a fan. Case in point: the high chair. Everyone else sits in a chair at the table while you are in a high chair. So lately it has become quite the struggle to get you into (or keep you in) a high chair. It started in a restaurant where they either didn’t have a high chair or the table we were at couldn’t accomodate a high chair (I can’t remember which) so we went without. Then once you realized you could eat dinner without being in a high chair you didn’t want to be in one anymore. Ever. I try to accomodate you and your growing abilities, but I am quite fond of the removable tray on your high chair (and it’s ability to contain spills) so we may be keeping the tray, if not the high chair, for quite some time!

It’s getting close to Halloween so the other day we dug out Ana’s costume from when she was your age. Mostly I wanted to see if it would fit you, but you thought it was the best. Thing. Ever. You kept running around the house yelling, “ROAR!” Then you would run upstairs to Ana’s room to the only full-length mirror in the house so you could laugh at your reflection.

Over the last month we have really settled into our new back-to-school routine. When your sister is off at school we get to spend all our time together, just you and me. We play at the park, we meet up with friends, we have dates at Starbucks. Then in the afternoon you get to be around your sister, a best friend hand-picked for you by God. We all have such a great time being with you. Your laugh is delightfully infectious and coupled with your chubby cheeks (which, lets be honest, demand to be squeezed) it literally takes all the control I have not to just hug you all day long. But you don’t mind, do you?

All my love,
Mama