You may or may not noticed that I have not been posting many mommy moments as of late. Well…. it’s been a little nuts round here, and my limitations as a human being are pushed to the brink on a near daily basis. So I often don’t feel like sitting down at the computer and reliving my craziness at the end of the day.
Tomorrow Fiona turns two years old.
I remember at one of my baby showers someone gave me the advice that I it is “OK” not to LOVE every stage that your kids go through. She told me that she really didn’t care for small babies, but loved her kids when they were more interactive. I would have to say that so far two is turning out to be my least favorite stage.
It is this crazy whirlwind of emotions when one second you feel like locking your kid in a monkey cage for a few days, but deep down knowing that you would do almost anything to ensure their happiness.
I just felt like I couldn’t let Fiona’s birthday pass by without making some sort of effort to capture in words who the two year old Fiona is.
Fiona is a spirited child. She IS who she IS and she makes no apologies. She is constant commotion from about 7:00 am to 8:00pm (minus Nap time… praise the lord). Her delights in life include running around naked, being chased, and drinking from her bubba which almost never leaves her side. When she can’t find it she gets this nervous tone in her voice and starts asking over and over “where is da bubba, where is it, where is da bubba” once found there is usually joyous laughter immediately followed by the command that it be filled with water or cows milk.
She loves animals and is very gentle and sweet to them and is particularly fond of obscure animals like, the Yak and Tapirs. She loves going to Cabella’s near our house to feed the fish and look at the dead stuffed animals. Lately she has been telling me that she wants a dog.
She LOVES her grandmas, and all of her Aunties but especially Megan and Julia because they see her the most. Fiona has the incredible talent of remembering names, if you tell her once she will not likely ever forget, and will often ask me what complete strangers names are in stores or other social settings. She is super social and thrives in large groups (MINUS nursery at church which she loathes).
She even takes the time to make conversation with inanimate objects around the house. I often hear her asking the space heater if it needs to go poo poo or is thirsty. Her vocabulary and ability to express herself are astonishing for someone her age… and she is really easy to understand. She is even polite enough to scream to everyone, as we are departing a store in the midst of a meltdown, to “Have a NICE DAY!”
As of late she loves putting lemons in the shopping cart at the grocery store, watching huge dump trucks and diggers in the neighborhood work and watching Elmo videos about using the toilet and talking a bath.
Fiona dabbles in “the potty” (that expression has double meaning)… and knows how to take her diaper off, which amounts to me often carrying around a bucket of Oxy Clean. Because of her love of bubba she fills diapers like no other kid I have ever seen. Chuck and I often joke about how much each one weighs.
She HATES, getting her hair brushed, washed or styled in any way. She screams when getting her fingernails clipped or getting dressed. She goes crazy if her pants touch her heels the wrong way or if her socks are positioned funny. She always takes her shoes off in the car, runs into the middle of the road when outside, and will literally put just about ANYTHING in her mouth (I have called poison control 5 times thus far). She dislikes being restrained in any way including shopping carts, car seats (I swear angels helped her on our 20 hour car ride home from Minnesota) and a mommy who needs to change her diaper.
Some days her and I butt heads so bad, I wonder how our relationship will survive the coming years.
But I love her so much it hurts. She makes me laugh so hard when she is talking jibberish or giving me the play by play of the things she does. I love her goodnight kisses (partially because it means that another day is in the books), and the sweet little songs she sings to me. I loved sleeping next to her on our vacation (even though she repeatedly kicked me in the face) because I would wake up to her stroking my face saying “mommy’s here!”
I have always thought Fiona is a really incredible person. She is going to a really really beautiful incredible woman… she already is in a really tiny, cute, button-face way. I just hope we make it through two without any severe psychological damage to either of us. Thank goodness we go to therapy!!
Happy Birthday Fiona, You are the first kid in our family and that makes you super brave and special. You teach me a lot about myself on a daily basis… things like, how many times someone can bang together glass candle holders before they break and I snap. Now we know, right. Love you.
*** and if someday you chance to read this and feel like I said some embarrassing things about you, just know that this post was HIGHLY censored for your sake.