30 months

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Dear Kaylee,

Welcome to two and a half! Until your baby brother arrived you always seemed so small. Now, seeing you next to Charlie, has pointed out just how much you have grown. Not quite a big kid, but not quite a baby anymore…you’re somewhere in between with an attitude to match. You’ve always been our fiesty, chatty, firecracker with little desire for things like cuddling, sitting still, or inside voices. You’ve always been quirky too, a trait I love about you even when it gets slightly annoying. You are, afterall, the girl who prompted us to remove the doorknobs in the house last month because you kept locking yourself in various rooms. You’re still as loud and rambunctious as ever, but you have started being a bit more cuddly this past month too – probably out of jealousy but, I’ll take it. You like to snuggle up with me on the couch in the mornings now, and jump on my lap whenever it’s baby-free (and sometimes when it’s not). You don’t even protest (much) when I smother you in kisses and tell you how beautiful you are anymore.

You are still processing all the big changes that have come your way recently. You ask to read “I’m a Big Sister” along with “Big Enough for a Bed” before bed every night. You tell everyone we meet about your baby brother Charlie. You seem to like to talk about being a big kid a lot, and these books help give you the vocabulary you need to get through your transitions. You’re still into “Pat the Bunny” too, although you take great delight in mixing it up while we read it; exchanging Paul and Judy’s names so I can correct you. “That’s JUDY!!” you exclaim in your growly voice while pointing to Paul. “No, no, no”, I say, “That’s Paul!” Then you squeal and giggle as if it were the best game in the world. And, when we read “Dear Zoo”, you like to pretend all of the animals are sleeping and we have to try not to wake them up while opening the crates. You say ‘shhhhh, elephant is sleeping, don’t wake him up’ then sneakily open all of the flaps and wait with great anticipation for me to make the book attack you when the animals wake up. You’re so funny! Unfortuately, that’s the best part about bedtime which has increasingly become a struggle.

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I used to be able to announce it was time for bed, walk you to your room, get you dressed, tuck you in and leave with little fanfare. Now bedtime has become a huge production which usually ends with one or both of us in tears. Against my better judgement I started reading you bedtime stories in bed. It started out as one or two, but has quickly required reading every book on your shelf, singing rudolph and jingle bells, talking about your day and what you might dream about. Then I tell you I have a secret and I whisper “mommy loves Kaylee” in your ear. You usually throw your arms around my neck and give me a pacifier kiss (yes you still have one at night). When all that is complete you still don’t want me to go and make excuse after excuse for a few more minutes. I usually cave because I don’t want you to feel lonely, and I feel guilty that we don’t get to spend much time together anymore. As much as you frustrate me with your shenanegans, I do look forward to this time of day to focus solely on you.

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You know most of your colors now and can identify some letters and numbers. You like 6 for some reason – maybe because that’s Percy’s number on Thomas and Friends? You still love to make crafts, paint, and draw any chance you get. You and daddy have started making things together from the “My Giant Busy Box” in the evenings. He’s definitely not crafty – and mess is totally not his thing, but it’s good for both of you and you love every second of it. (The kit itself is nothing special, but having everything precut and individually packaged has been good for daddy who is new to projects that involve glue and glitter rather than wood and nails).

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Speaking of daddy, you are loving having him home. The two of you run and jump and throw and chase all day long. It takes the edge off of spending less time with me. But, you tend to take out your daily frustrations on him too. He’s your rock, the one person in the world you know you can throw yourself against repeatedly and he’ll take all you have to give and more. You can push all of his buttons, at the same time, and he just gives you a squeeze and lets you cry, wail, or thrash until you’ve gotten it all out; never letting on how exasperating you can be when you set your mind to it.

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Luckily you are still our sweet little peanut most of the time. And, Charlie is a lucky little boy to have you for his big sister.

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