I thought I'd tell you a little bit of where you're up to. Where you're up to at two years, three months, and six days.
Wild Busy is a word that springs to mind pretty quickly. Just this morning, after torturing Pepper, you wreaked havoc at the library wearing only undies and sandals, then you pushed the contents of a shelf onto the floor at the health food store, and followed it up with a bush poo on the pavement. Clothes, to you, are optional. As is every request - regardless of the tone it's delivered - Shane or I give you. Talkative is another word that comes to mind. I could listen forever to your endless commentary and make believe play. Your imagination is amazing. You now have a make believe kitten called meea. She's black. And tiny, tiny, tiny. (Apparently. She's make believe, so I haven't seen her to confirm.) To see you (pretend to) pick her up so gently is The. Sweetest. Thing. Socialising - especially with kids exactly your age - is still really challenging for you (and for me). There is lots of snatching and physical aggression, and always about sharing. Although I've been very impressed a few times lately to see you using your words, and asking for a turn. (Use your words. My mantra! It's working!) In complete juxtaposition of your high energy antics, is your adorable cuddly side. And you love books, books, books. Sometimes I'm sent hoarse from reading. You choose lots to take to bed with you, and I can hear you turning the pages and sometimes reciting passages out loud. I think that'll do for a bit of you at two years, three months, and six days. It's exhausting me just thinking about it! Exhausting, in a fun and cheeky and determined way. We love you.