I am surprised to discover very few notes on Chick Pea this past month. So many of her changes have been…soft…unspoken. I’ve noted a vulnerability that is sweet…yet frightening. This impenetrable child has trusted her heart to us…she seeks gentle hugs in the quiet of day…she nuzzles my neck…seeking and finding comfort. I am undone.
At two years of age, Chick Pea:
- names and narrates. This is one of my favorite stages. As she gets dressed, she names body parts…and explains what is happening, “Shirt on. Shoes on.”
- is speaking so much. Her language has just exploded…in the best of ways.
- signs like a pro. Miss Smarty Pants learns signs faster than anyone I’ve ever seen.
- rubs soft foods, like yogurt and sour cream, all over herself. (This is likely a carry-over from her nighttime ritual. She has eczema, so we slather on the lotion each night. )Sneaky girl almost always waits until my back is turned or I’m out of the room. You’d think I’d learn.
- lets me sing “Rock-a-bye Baby” to her and cradle her in my arms. (It occurred to me recently that she is the only one I have not sing lullabies to as a wee babe…and I went about remedying that!) The first time I held her like a baby and she relaxed into my arms, my heart ached. It ached for her…time I did not have with her…time her mother does not have now. I ached for all of the brokenness in her wee life.
- tags along and imitates Denver in the sweetest of ways.
- exhibits fewer strong-willed defiances…girl gets along. She gets along so well.
- dotes on Sweet Pea…still. Such a sweet sister.
- enjoyed a birthday party with her mom, her aunt, and her grandma. (We were invited to attend. Touching!)