Happy 2nd Birthday Wes!
Just in case you are wondering why we call you that, you actually told us you wanted to be called that. It was really cute and amazing how that went down. Your dad called you Wesley and you said “No Wessee. WesWes.” (L’s are tricky for you) And just to make sure we would understand why we should call you WesWes you said “No Daddy. Dada.” Did you really just use the Commutative Property on us?
It’s so much more fun this year celebrating you now that I actually know you. Last year we cut out dozens of ‘W’ and put them on the wall for your birthday party. Now you probably would find it confusing why we didn’t choose B because you LOVE the letter B. Last year we made you a cake and you wanted nothing to do with it. This year I know you will be over the moon with a scoop of vanilla ice cream with a candle on it that you can blow out. And relight. And blow out. And relight. And blow out. Last year all you drank was milk (and some water) out of a bottle. This year while walking through the aisles of Trader Joe’s, you spotted Orangina and asked “Mama buy Orange Coke?” (Thank you Paris for introducing you to the wonders of Orangina.) Last year you could barely sit still for a board book. Now you are a voracious “reader” and would read 10 books before bed if we let you. Last year we bought you your first pair of shoes… even though you only crawled. Now every morning you make the decision whether it is a blue Nikes kinda day… or a gray one. Last year we were desperately trying to teach you sign language and I think you were just beginning to sign more, please and thank you. Last week while you saw your dad inserting a credit card to pay for gas and out of the blue, completely unprompted you said “Thank you dada pay.”
Your dad and I can’t get enough of you.
It took being a foreign country and surrounded by a majority of people that didn’t speak English to come to this realization: You are becoming my friend. And a good one at that. You’d think that it would be extremely isolating being alone with toddler when no one else can understand you, but it was surprisingly bearable – even enjoyable at times. I could tell you what I’m doing and how I feel and you get it and for the most part, you get me and I’m so thankful for that. I cannot wait to see what the next year will hold for you and our little family. I am sure there will be ups and downs, but we’ll take it day by day. As long as we have each other’s hands to hold (and snacks in the other hand) I think we will be more than okay.
Love you so so much,
Mama (not Mommy)