Get a tissue!

Nolan: I love Zadie more than you or Dad.
Zadie: Love me, Nolan? (pointing to herself)
Nolan: (nodding, pointing to the heart on her jammies) That's why that heart is there.

Zadie is TWO YEARS OLD!

[Technically, she's two years and four days old. With the whirlwind visit from the Weber family, I am a little behind in my milestone recognition. Anyway - on with the show!]

Oh Zadie!! Your favorite word: "SELFIE" !! It means: I can do it, let me do it, I want to do it (but stick close in case I can't.) You try everything! Rarely are you stymied in your attempts. You see what everyone around you is doing and you MUST try to do it, too. Is this the fate of every second-born?

You already:

~ ~ ~drink out of a glass
~cut up your own food (well, the soft stuff...)
~put on your own shoes (sometimes even on the right feet!)
~choose your clothes for the day
~do the top straps of your car seat
~ride a trike
~go into the bathroom to say potty talk words (!)

When you are aware you know something funny or cute or clever, you get smilingly self-conscious, stick out your tongue and show your dimples.

You are (mostly) sleeping through the night.

You are an early riser.

You love stuffed animals.

Often, when you and Nolan are conspicuously quiet, I find you sitting side by side on the couch flipping though books. Nolan is your big brother and you want to be with him, do whatever he's doing, and play with whatever he has in his hands. Unless you don't. Then, usually, you want Mommy. (Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!!!)

Your sentences are typically two or three words long, but everyonce in a while, they are four or five. You listen to everything (!) being said around you and generally repeat the last two words you hear. It's like a tiny little echo that emphasizes random bits of information.

You like to pretend to serve me and Daddy food. When we pretend to eat it, you graciously ask "moah peese?" (More please) And then run back to your "kitchen" and refill our plates.

Sometimes you eat eggs, sometimes not. You don't like sweets. Not even birthday cupcakes.

You zoom up and down the hallways with your brother. You drive cars with your brother. You play animals (all together now) with your brother.

You say thank you with the tiniest little "tank you" that ever was.

Roly-poly bugs and spiders delight you. You stop to smell the "fah-fahs." You climb on walls whenever the opportunity presents itself.

How can you be two years old?!?

We love you so much, Zadie.