Despite its challenges*, we’re in an awesome stage. The best way to sum it up is this: Hide and seek is fun. At least, it’s fun until you spend longer than you think you should looking for someone and, if you’re like me and this happens more than once, you get a little stressed out about the entire game and it’s less fun. RR plays hide and seek but as soon as she’s hidden, she runs out of her spot gleefully cackling. Best way to play hide and seek EVER.
Pretty much everyday has some version of this delightfulness. Sometimes it’s hiding. This morning she tucked her fork behind her cup and proceeded to find it over and over until she was out of breath from laughing. Sometimes it’s moving. Yesterday morning she got down in the kitchen dancing and whirling and shimmying. She’s a morning child and she greets us around 7:30 or 8:00 by yodeling MAAAAMAAAA from her crib and exploding with happiness when we open the door. No one is that excited to see me, ever. And sometimes, like yesterday, she wakes up early but then naps for three hours in the afternoon.
I try to store up all the cuteness for rainy day reminiscing. The silly words (batooahh for pacifier, psycadoo for bike, anything with a y – beyoon, yegs, umbraya), the silly songs (one entire verse dedicated to her stuffed bunny named Mimo sung to the tune of Baa Baa Black Sheep) and the silly behavior (covering her eyes but waiting for you to say boo; somersaulting like a roly poly bug on crack; immediately sitting down when she gets out of the car to take her shoes off and walk barefoot in the yard). This weekend we bought her the very simple Llama Lama Hoppity-Hop and she takes endless delight in acting out the verses. One such verse is “Llama llama bow!” and she bends at the waist and flings her arms straight behind her as if she’s going to take off into the air at any moment. That verse is followed by “big hug now!” and she flings herself into our arms with such abandon that we’re happy to chant the whole rhyme all over again.
As for me, I’m happily exhausted by two years old. I can’t think of a better kind of tired than that.
*Not for the faint of heart. More on this in the near future.