Tonight I kissed my one year-old goodnight for the last time….
…because tomorrow she will be a two year-old!
Wait. Hold the phone. TWO?!
Sigh. Yes, two already. Time flies, blah blah blah. We’ve all heard it, and darn it if it isn’t even truer than that.
I think in most ways, turning two is more sentimental for me than the first birthday was. At one year, Charlotte was still very clearly a baby. Sure, she had some toddler skills, but overall, she was a babbling, squishy baby. Now, she’s only a baby in my head. To the rest of the universe she is a bona fide toddler.
The changes from one to two are ginormous. She learned to walk, form sentences, recognize letters and numbers, understand everything we say, and develop strong tastes and opinions (among many other things). Tonight, she was really behaving like a toddler: throwing her markers off her high chair when she was supposed to be putting them away, throwing fits over every little thing, whining whining whining. A year ago, she didn’t know how to be this naughty. But then there are the I love yous and the I’m sorrys and the hugs around the knees that come with this age, too, and make me forget every single tantrum. Yes, there is a big difference between one and two.
Looking through the past year in pictures, it’s hard not to get emotional. I love her at every age, but why does it have to go so fast? Again, sigh.
Here are a few (okay, many) highlights of Charlotte as a one year-old.
Sweet dreams, my soon-to-be two year-old! x’s and o’s