My darling daughter, you’ve grown so much since the last update I wrote for you 10 months ago.
During this time, your personality has truly blossomed and I love learning more about who you are.
Mostly, you are exceedingly sweet and gentle. You love to give me the snuggles that I craved from Max when he was your age. You will crawl into my lap and just lie there while I can stroke you.
You have the softest smile, accompanied by your tinkling, wind-chime giggle.
And nothing could have prepared me for just how girly you are turning out to be! It wasn’t until I had two children – a boy and a girl – that I understood how gender differences can be so innate.
I also can’t look at you without seeing myself – both the good and the bad.
Your dad and I are often in disbelief by how similar you are to me. Especially when he sees your attitude. We’re lucky that your dad loves seeing the baby “me!”
Anyway, you have my petite bone structure, high forehead, fine hair, and small features. Incredibly, our teeth structure is identical – two large central incisors (i.e. buck teeth) with small lateral incisors and large, needle-sharp canines.
The good is, you will always look younger than you are. You’ll hate it, at first, but come to appreciate it after college. It takes awhile for it to become a good thing.
The bad is, you have my fierce temper. On the outside, you might look sweet and innocent but you have one of those tempers where you don’t give a crap about anything when you’re mad. This is also something that improves as you get older – if you want to have friends and to get married, that is.
You smack or try to bite anyone who displeases you. I used to be pretty violent when I was young too.
Who knew it was hereditary?
Your grandparents got called to my elementary school because I beat up boys on the playground. If they teased or annoyed me, I would chase them down and tackle them to the ground, showering them with punches and kicks. It’s instances like these where being smaller and looking younger than your age will save you. (Also, it helped that I was, in actuality, a weakling so no one got hurt. And, thankfully, the boys never hit me back.)
Your poor brother has received so much abuse from you. I have to give him credit for… just taking it.
The worst part is, your attacks don’t alway come when he’s irritating you. You definitely know how to hold a grudge. You’ll bide your time, when all guards are down, to sneak in a vicious bite. At this point, he’s been bitten by you (and has the scars to show for it) far more times than he was by Mochi.
Speaking of Mochi, you would have loved her. It makes me so sad that you didn’t get to grow up with her. You love dogs so much. Every time you see them you get super excited. At home, you like to crawl around on all fours, panting with your tongue out, pretending to be a dog.
I remember doing the same thing, even as I got older. I used to pad up and down the stairs, pretending to be a dog. I already know, with absolute certainty, there will come a day when you beg us to get you a dog.
But, the quality that stands out the most, and the one I especially relate to, is your love of food. You are seriously a baby foodie. Whenever you’re grouchy, all I have to do is give you something yummy to eat and you’re happy again. (Your dad says that this is definitely the characteristic that is most like me.)
I have no idea where the food goes too because you often eat more than Max does but you are still so freaking tiny!
You are also very independent – at least when it comes to food – and you refuse to let anyone feed you. This is such a huge contrast from Max where we had to tell him that we weren’t feeding him once he turned 3.
Right now, I am a little concerned that you’re not speaking much. If you were my first, I would have had you evaluated for the Early Intervention Program again. But Max was slow to speak too and your enunciation is pretty good so I figure, eh, you’ll be fine. (It’s called the 2nd child syndrome.)
Finally, one of your biggest contrasts from Max is that you are more daring than he is. I was always grateful for his cautious behavior because that meant he was less likely to do risky things. Up until recently, when Max was at the playground, he would always slide down on his belly so that he could maintain more control.
You, on the other hand, the first time we introduced you to a slide, after a few assisted trips down, you insisted on going down, in a seated position, all by yourself.
We are going to have our hands full with you as you grow up! But in the very best of ways.