OOOOh my little firecracker…my sweet, daring, stubborn, hilarious, outgoing, fearless, punk-ass, Tica-americana firecracker. FELIZ CUMPLE MI AMOR! Dos anos?!? Como es esto posible?!!

I am so blessed to be given the gift of being your mother. You are simply incredible. While I may not have as many posts detailing your milestones as I did with Sophie, know that I am living each milestone with you everyday and thoroughly enjoying watching you grow (though wouldn’t mind slowing it all down a bit).

You are loved by so many around you and you bring love wherever you go. Your smile lights up the world. Your laugh can set it on fire. You are truly a magical, glowing bundle of happiness with just the right touch of spunk and straight up sass.

At the wee age of 2, you can play countless jokes on all of us, put on a serious game face, count higher than 10, pick out colors, speak so many words and phrases that it would be impossible to list (impossible b/c I have about 15 minutes until you wake up), eat enough assortment of food to keep things easy, make all your pee pees on the potty, wear big girl underwear (or free booty most of the day), pick out your own clothes, shoes and hair accessories (this gets quite annoying each morning but I’m proud of your little opinion nonetheless), play numerous games with your sissy, paint and color everywhere except on paper, snuggle with nearly every animal you meet (even little stinky charles), say hello, thank you and bye in two languages, wave to everyone you see, and have a bold opinion on everything you do. You also love to practice the art of diversion when it comes to apologizing or being asked to do something you don’t want to do. For example, the conversations usually go something like this:

Momma or dada: Sabs say sorry to sissy

Sabs: bird

Momma or dada: say sorry to sissy

Sabs: want buba

Momma or dada: say sorry to sissy

Sabs: wanna show, wanna come, wanna see

Momma or dada: Say sorry to sissy

Sabs: dog

Momma or dada: Come on we’re going in time out

Sabs: You so mean (being dragged into time out)

Momma or dada: Ok are you ready to say sorry to sissy

Sabs: owwwww (nothing hurts)

Momma or dada: Sabs last time, say sorry to sissy

Sabs: hands sissy a toy

Momma or dada: No Sabs, you need to say sorry.

Sabs: Look sissy (points at something irrelevant)

Momma or dada: Sabs she doesnt want a toy, she wants you to say sorry

Sabs: Look sissy (pointing at same irrelevant object)

Momma or dada: ok we’re going in time out again

Sabs: nooo (being dragged into time out again)

Momma or dada: Are you ready to say sorry to sissy

Sabs: (crickets)

Momma or dada: (open the door from time out and point to sissy) Say sorry Savannah (usually we have escalated into Savannah by this point)

Sabs: (15 minutes later) I sorry.

Repeat in another hour.

So yes, you are the most stubborn little acorn i have ever met, but oooh you have such a charisma about it that it is really difficult to stay serious and keep our composure during these lessons. This will both get you far, and drive people mad throughout your life. I think you get it from your dada, he thinks you get it from your momma. Sophie has it too but uses it differently. Actually as I’m writing it, i think i’ve realized, you display your stubbornness in the same way I do, and Sophie displays it more like Dada. She is more hmm, how do you put it…crafty about her stubbornness. She will get what she wants and not waver but be patient about it, you and I let it out right then and there with the big fat No. So maybe Dada is right, though clearly it isn’t black and white. Anyway, I digress and will have this debate with Dada later as I seem to be having a revelation of sorts. Back to the birthday girl.

You are putting so many sentences together now that each day we find new phrases you have learned. Your favorites usually start with I WANT. I want that one, i want up, i want buba, i want shoe, i want dress, etc. You also say the sweetest little I love you, and blow the most beautiful little kisses. You give super tight hugs and love to snuggle.

You adore your sissy like no other. The bond you two have is magical and it fills my heart each day. Yes you argue, mainly b/c you are a little bull, though I’ve caught sissy instigating in the recent days (i think she has finally started to pay you back now that you are getting bigger and can take it). Again, you are straight out aggressive, and she comes around the back door hovering her hand over a toy of yours while no one is looking, or dangling something of yours in the distance just to get a rise out of you. That’s what sissies are for. In the same hand, the minute Pooks goes to art class you start with Where sissy, want sissy, where sissy, want sissy, and the minute you go for a nap, Pooks can’t wait til you wake up to play. You two are partners in crime and I only hope you continue to be throughout life. Everyone comments on the love you have for one another. You are constantly hugging, holding hands, watching out for each other, playing together, calling for one another, helping one another, etc. It is truly beautiful.

Well, I have gotten more time out of you this morning than I had intended. You are still sleeping and I’m def running on borrowed time so I’ll be wrapping this up. This is the first time in maybe a month that i have been able to drink a full cup of coffee before you greet me in the morning. Ah, here you are, im psychic! Ok 1/2 hour later, you are eating a chocolate chip cookie Dada baked last night (nutritious morning snack) and watching your favorite nursery rhymes. Which brings me to note that you love singing, dancing, babies, animals, painting, helping me bake, sitting on all counter tops, climbing, oh and how can i forget…going weeeeee (down slides at the playground). When you get excited you pant like a doggie. Oh and you absolutely love horses, which you call HORSEY!! You will also hold frogs and lizards…something that freaks your sissy out so you will run around holding a bob and chasing her. Dada taught you that and is always the one to hand you bob.

Your favorite songs are Wheels on the bus, Family fingers, Johnny Johnny yes papa, basically anything CHU CHU tv related on the ipad. You love Shrek. You are currently sitting next to me singing Mary had a little lamb. Now it is done and you yelled BRAVO. Oooooh i love you. Now you just said I want pee pee. You little potty training pro. You decided you were going to potty train and we have been following your lead. You pretty much got this thing down.

One last thing to note…you only want to wear clothes with cats on them or clothes that are 3 sizes too big (b/c they are your sissies). I bought you the same dresses as her thinking you would wear those b/c they are the same, but you still want to wear hers. Good thing you live in a place where you can run naked most of the day or you would drive me wild.

Anyway, there is it, your 2 year round up. I keep thinking of all these things to note but this post would just get ridiculously long (if it isnt already). Happy Birthday my precious peanut. We love you more than you can ever imagine and will continue spending the rest of our days trying to show this to you. Shine bright, continue being you and carrying that loving joy everywhere you go. Thank you for being my daughter. XOXOXOXO