Month 21
posted by emily on 2:55 am August 27th, 2010
Dear Violet
Holy crap, you’re 21 months old. I can’t believe it. I still see you as a baby, and I automatically turn to the baby section of catalogues, but nothing there fits you anymore. You’re a toddler. I have to shop in the toddler section. Part of the problem is your ongoing lack of hair. You still look much younger than all the other kids in day care. But I think this is going to be a problem that plagues me for the rest of my life. I can’t believe how fast it’s going. You’re growing up and I can’t stop it, even for a second. No matter how much I want to stop it. About two weeks ago.
People have been asking me for the past few months whether the terrible twos have started. I thought, my sweet girl? We’ll just be skipping that phase.
But Violet, I don’t think we’re going to be skipping that phase. The past two weeks have tried our patience a little bit. You’ve always had a mind of your own, and now it’s become a bit more your own. We have heard a lot of “MY puppy,” “MY blanket,” “NO,” and seen a few thrown sippy cups. But have you seen your pictures? You could not possibly be any cuter. No toddler in the history of toddlers has ever thrown more adorable tantrums.
I used to dream about being successful, moving on to the next step, graduating with honors, being the best, whatever that means. Now I dream about doing right by you. I hope I’m good enough.
I love you, Violet.
Happy Birthday
Love, Mama
















