Yesterday I took you to your two-year check up, which got me thinking about this past year.
But let’s start with now. On the charts, you sit right on the 50th percentile. You are 24 lbs and 86.5 cm tall. For the first time ever, you stood on the scale like a big girl while the nurse weighed and measured you. You were so proud (and I was swallowing back my emotions as I thought about the first time we put you on the baby scale two years ago. It seems like yesterday). When the doctor came, you showed her how you can put on your own shoes. Then you sat very still and let her listen to your heart, examine your ears and look into your gorgeous earth brown eyes. The doctor says you are the perfect little patient.
Everleigh, this year has been so full of changes. I went back to work near the beginning of your second year and you started going to a home daycare. You handled the transition like a pro, and I’m certain it’s because you and Jessica (your caregiver) have developed such a strong bond. She loves you like a granddaughter, and you love her, too, which makes it so much easier for me to leave you with her each day (although I have to admit it is never easy leaving you, not even for a few hours).
Last year you had a few teeth and you were bald; today, you can brush your own teeth (a mouthful of them) and you’re nearly ready for your first haircut. You had a couple of words at one, and now you bring a new word (or two or three) into your ever-expanding vocabulary every day. On your first birthday, you were still crawling; today, you are running, climbing and jumping. You are brave enough to take chances, yet smart enough to know when to hang back. You are empathetic, and you adore anything with four legs—especially the “baby tats” next door. And you are silly. Just like your Daddy.
There are no words to describe how much I love you, Everleigh. And I’m so excited to see what changes next year will bring.
Your Mommy XO