Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Two Years of Violet
Today is Violet's birthday and she is two whole years old. She has changed so much since this time last year; I don't I will ever become accustomed to the whiplash-inducing rate of change of these first years of life. She says more words than I can count, identifying herself as "BIOLET" and stringing together little proto-sentences. She runs full-tilt when the fancy strikes her and in the wee small hours of the morning sleepily toddles from her little bed in the room she shares with Grace to our room to cuddle for the last hours of the night. She sings recognizable if hilarious versions of "Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star" and "Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel".
She likes using forks and spoons and pushing buttons and eating blueberries and nursing before she goes to sleep, and she dislikes having her teeth brushed and sitting at the table to eat and being thwarted from her adventures. She's pretty much grown out of babywearing, except for very rare special circumstances, and protests at anything that restrains her unfettered independence, from the Ergo to the stroller to the grocery store cart. She is so daring and fearless, approaching the world around her with confidence and curiosity.
Violet is much more assertive than Grace was at this age, insisting that it is "BIOLET'S TURN!" and clasping items to her chest and declaring them "MINE!" She is generally a laid-back, easygoing individual, though, and is philosophical about the ups and downs that life brings her way. She loves being around other kids her age, calling them "OTHER BABIES!", although she doesn't get as many playdates and dedicated Violet-oriented activities as Grace did at this age. The plight of the second child... I do think I am going to do a gymnastics class or music class or something with her after the holidays.
Yesterday was Rob's birthday and I think it is just this year sinking in that their birthdays will always be intertwined and linked. I hope she doesn't resent it later, when her birthday comes at such a busy time of year and won't ever really get a lot of undivided attention, despite how hard I may try. At some level it makes me happy, though. We are all tangled together forever, even our birthdays. And then I think I will always associate this time of year with the joy of bringing home the amazing tiny new person that Violet used to be. I was dreamily in love with that milky Christmas newborn, but now I see how everyday she is becoming more herself.
Happy birthday, my sweet, intrepid, even-tempered, beautiful girl.