In one month you'll be two years old and while I'm starting to see the wish for independence that comes with that age, I'm not seeing as much of the attitude that most other children develop. We kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. Some sort of indication of the hell that we would be suffering as we guide you through your second year of life. Not to say that you aren't an active child, but having true curtain climbers, we do active well in this house, it's the sheer defiance that I was dreading. Because everyone knows that I'd love to say, "Because I SAID SO!" an additional 50 times a day.
In the Fall you'll begin preschool. I think it's going to be a fantastic experience for you to get to play with other children without your brother around. You have the same teacher that Connor had his first year of school and we couldn't be happier. She's everything a preschool teacher should be, complete with bluebirds and fairies, singing around her aura. I'm not nearly as apprehensive about you starting school as I was when your brother started. Just because, I know you are going to love it that much. As soon as you stop crying at the door for me to come back... but Mommy comes back, always.
I love you,
Mommy
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