I almost never have writers block when I write a letter to you or your brother, but tonight as I sit down to write this, I keep stalling. It’s not that I have nothing to say, but rather there is so much to say that I don’t know how to put it all into words. It’s like thinking that you hear the starting gun in a race, but realizing just before you are about to launch that no, it was just a car backfiring.You are such an amazing kid.
This month you are officially 2 and a half. We have made it halfway through the terrible twos and while sometimes it is really terrible at the same time it’s completely wonderful watching you grow and learn. Your vocabulary is amazing. Now when you speak you actually conjugate verbs. Correctly. Quite honestly I’ve heard 4 year olds that don’t communicate as well. Our house is filled with unbelievable cuteness. We’ve tried to catch some of this cuteness on film but we just aren’t fast enough. You seem to be a little camera shy by nature, even though I’ve recorded and let you watch the footage immediately. You are unimpressed. But even more unimpressed that Mommy won’t let you hold the camera and carry it into the kitchen where you can curl up in a corner with it and disassemble it piece by piece. Thus, if we will not cooperate with you, you will not cooperate with us. We have minimal cuteness on video.
You have a hard time keeping your clothes on and I guess I can’t really blame you there. It must feel great to be naked. Your general around the house attire is a diaper and one sock which might even be better than the sweatpants I wear day in and out, but not by much. Mainly because when I’m wearing my sweatpants, I’m not running around being grumpy because I’m freezing and still refuse to get dressed. There is something you should know if you decide to have children. You have to pick your battles. You see, you can’t punish for every little infraction and because you’re two years old, we have a lot of infractions. Thus, running around the living room half naked is not much of an offense in our house. We save our time outs for the other 5 million battles a day, like smacking your brother in the head with a plastic dinosaur.
You are slowly becoming disenchanted with your brother. You are keenly curious about where he is and what he’s doing, eating or playing with at all times, but past that his presence annoys you. Especially if Mommy is holding him. And if Mommy is holding him AND talking on the phone... Make no mistake about it, you will unleash hell. But because Mommy used to work at the Speedway during race week on three hours of sleep each night, Mommy can withstand all kinds of torture. Even temper tantrums. But your Dad… he lived in Hawaii for a long time and a two year old unleashing hell is far, far away from paradise. Still, we manage. We are pretty sure that soon you’ll be loving on your brother again, just like the month before last but it’s hard waiting for this stage to pass. 
You will still eat almost anything and if it’s something you claim not to like, we just cover it in ketchup or offer ranch dressing for a dip and you’ll ingest it happily. You, like me, are a dipper. Sometimes I put ranch dressing or ketchup on your plate and tell you, “It’s to dip your Strawberries in”. This is mostly to gross out your Dad who always groans because he knows that you will in fact, dip your strawberries in ketchup. And like it.
You are also insanely curious about growth. You ask me almost daily, if Tristan is big, if Connor is growing, if Daddy is big or if Mommy is growing. I tried to explain to you that when you are a Mommy or a Daddy you stop growing. But that’s not true at all. When you are a Mommy or a Daddy you grow at lightening speed, just like you do, just in a different sort of way.
Love,
Mommy
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