This is a belated birthday letter to you. You are now 23 months and 3 days old. You are *this close* to 2 years old. This is the point where most mothers write "I can't believe how fast it went" or "I can't believe what a big boy you are". But I'm not going to write that. Because i've really slowed down and enjoyed your moments. So it's exactly the right moment for you to be almost 2. And I'm glad you're turning into a big boy. You're a sweet, spirited, interesting little character. You light up our lives.
At nearly 2, you're a talking maniac. Some of your favorite phrases are "me eat" and "airplane" as you point to the many planes that cross our airspace from LAX. You've developed a love of books - last night you fell asleep with one in your bed. You're animated like your Pops. Talking, laughing, slapping your knee and laughing at the right moment. And today, when I told you to close the bathroom cabinet door, I swear you rolled your eyes. I don't know if that's possible at 23 months and 3 days but if it is, you did it.
You're wearing size 24 months, sometimes a 2T. You go to bed between 9 and 10. You should probably be going to bed closer to 8:30 but we're spoiling you. (There's a bit of that going on around here.) You're still coming to bed with us early in the morning . . . and as of now, we're not fighting it. We're actually enjoying it.
And allow me to dedicate an entire paragraph to your Yo Gabba Gabba addiction. You can literally watch 6 episodes in a row. You'll sit on the couch, stand for Dancie Dancie, sit on the floor for the cartoon portion then return to the couch. And heaven help anyone who gets between you and the LG. It's all that you watch. There's nothing else you're interested in except for the occasional Dancing With the Stars.
Chazzy, we love you. Happy, happy birthday.
All our love,