So, today's the day... My little 2 pounders are officially 2 years old! (and huge in comparison!) We'll have their 2 year check up next week, so I wont guess, but Bobby is as solid as a rock and Maya, our little feather, is full of girl power. They are amazing to watch.
They're watching Super Why! with Peter right now and, fittingly, it's a birthday episode. I just finished
"playground mulching" some of our backyard, in the anticipation of both rain and kids this afternoon (I'm hoping the one will stay away!). Now, it's off to Target to pick up the remaining odds and ends (like paper products!) for their party. I made their cake yesterday (yeah, Cake Boss I am NOT!) and I have to finish preparing the food and the note cards for what is gluten free/vegetarian/vegan/etc. and then I'm pretty much done. Oh, and punch.... Got to make my mom's punch...
My babies aren't babies anymore. They are full blown toddlers and have been for some time, even if I've been holding back admitting that fully to myself. No longer do we count in months, but years... No longer will their adjusted age be mentioned because, at 2, children who will catch up are deemed to have done so (although I dont know the last time anyone actually did mention it).
We're at that point where the toddler moves towards the preschooler. It feels strange to turn the corner from infant to toddler and to anticipate the future. And it's a future I feel confident about, truly.
Happy Birthday, Bobby and Maya. Every day of my life with you, from start to now, has been an utter blessing. Sometimes a fearful, tear stained blessing, but a huge blessing nonetheless. I love you so much and hope your birthday is perfect and wonderful, and a blueprint of your days to come.