Dear Pophins/The Pope/Menace/Widge,
You turned two yesterday, an event that just seems unreal in many ways. This last year seems to have flown by, which is unsurprising how busy our lives have become with you becoming a full grown toddler, instead of the definite baby that you were last year. Looking back at the pictures from this last year, I can't believe just how much you've changed, from your crazy curly hair to being able to walk (and dance, and run) and starting to talk.
The biggest change is obviously your ability to get around. This time last year, you were only just learning to crawl, and watching you trying to invade your brother's personal space when you couldn't get there in time was cute. However, now you've learned to walk, your life is so much easier, and it's much more tricky for Jake to get out of your way (to be fair, most of the time, he loves your attention and he's teaching you all sorts of useful friendship skills).
You absolutely love to dance, and while you might not have the words for it, you know the sign for music and have quickly got the idea of using the thumbnails on Youtube to pick your favorite songs. Both your mom and I are eager to see where this love of music takes you, as you have very distinctive tastes (at the moment, it's Korean boy band - your mom's fault!) and you are very clear when you want to have a different song on. However, when it's your jam, you run around the house with your hands in the air and the biggest smile on your face. We're signing you up for dance classes in September, so we'll see where that takes you.
It's been delightful watching your personality come out over this year. With us as your family, it's not surprising that you're a bit of a goofball, and it's charming to watch you gurning away over the dinner table, putting on your brother's shoes (you do this a lot!) or playing hide and seek with me in the rear view mirror. You have the most expressive eyebrows which you use to create the most wonderfully cute and funny faces. The problem that we're finding is that you can put on the cutest smiles that make it very hard to say no to you. We will, have no fear, but you're already learning how to charm people to get you what you want.
While you don't have many words at the moment (but they're coming; oh boy are they coming!), you definitely score highly in the being helpful department. Sometimes this is really useful, such as in the mornings when you'll get your shoes together and try to climb into your car sear for me. Sometimes you get in your own way, such as when you insist that mommy is wearing the wrong clothes and must change, or you try and feed yourself water from a cup and spill most of it on the table. We will always encourage your independence, however, and I feel that "me do it" will be one of your first sentences.
Above all, I just love being your daddy. I get to pick you up every day from daycare, and you run towards me with open arms, waiting for me to swing you up in the air so you can touch the ceiling and babble to me about your day. I get to get you up each morning and experience the glory of your morning hair, which is as wide as it is tall, and while you look super cute with your hair tied back, or even better in bunches (daddy's favorite!), there is something adorable about your hair in its natural state. I get to sit and read books on your bed (we had to take the rail off the side as you worked out how to climb out) , and you sit on my lap, absolutely absorbed by the words and the pictures. And the best part of all is that your birthday will always come at the start of the summer vacation, and I can't wait to spend it goofing around with you.
Love you Goober.
Daddy
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