It's hard to believe that I have a two year old.
Why is this hard to believe though? This is how the world works, we age one day at a time and every year we grow older. Babies must grow up. They slowly lose their wrist and ankle fat rolls, and they grow leaner and stronger.
They say that time flies when you're having fun and I definitely agree with that. Having Nelly is the most fun that I could possibly ask for.
Of course we have days where she is exhausting and demanding but they are greatly outnumbered by the fantastic days. I love being a mum to Nelly.
Here is a brief run down of your life as a two year old, kiddo.
Nelly. You are two. You are demanding and bossy. Your favourite word is 'more'.
It's not said as a 'please mama, may I have some more?' though. It's more like "MORRREEEE!!!!" and you hold out your pudgy little hand, and lift your chin to the sky. Yep, definitely demanding and bossy. Just how I like my females.
You love to rough house with Da. I don't know why you went from calling him daddy to da, but we will roll with it.
The two of you run around the house, you get flung high into the sky, he terrorizes you with tickles and you don't know whether to cry or laugh hysterically.
You can't really speak in sentences yet, but here is a list of words that you like to say:
Mama, Da, Baba, Deda, Nanna, Boof, Chester, Em, Joe, Cat, Roo, Molly, Bubba, Ney (Nelly), Cat, Dog, Fish, Boat, Car, Door, Plane, Ta, No, Oh Noooooo, More, Star, Peppa, Up above the, Row Row Row, Shoes, Show, Stick, Stomp, Puddle, Home, Pool, Bath, Hot, Hair, Eyes, Nose, Mouth, Chin, Hat, Broom, Bubbles, Dig, Dip, Milk, Bottle, Eggs, There, Here, Yes, Knee, Shoo Fly, Balloon. One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Strawberry, Delicious, Chocolate.
I'm sure there are a million more but that's all I've got right now.
You love to count as we go up or down the stairs. You love drawing faces. You are exceptionally good at matching numbers and recognising them. I clearly think you're a genius.
I'm surprised, but you still love it when I sing to you. We also dance a lot.
You can run long distance, far better than I can. We run along the bike track for ages and ages until we are both red in the face and then I have to carry you home.
You're a tall girl at the age of 2. People often think you are older and then go on to exclaim 'wow, she's tall isn't she??'.
You still wont allow me to tie your hair up, and clips and bows last minutes before you scream and pull them out. At least you still let me choose your outfits though. I give it another few months.
You love to run around with your cousins, Thomas and Henry. They enjoy activating 'Naughty Nelly' and egg you on to run crazy. They taught you to climb trees a few months back and now you can't go past that tree without hanging like Tarzan from it's branches.
I can't really take you in to the shops anymore as it's Easter time and you go crazy for chocolate. I either give in and buy you an egg, or carry you out kicking and screaming.
Here you are, fresh and wrinkly.
(For anyone wishing to read my blog post about Nellys birth, here you go. Click HERE)
and HERE is her 1st birthday post.
On New Years Eve 2014, you had your last breastfeed. I never thought that I would nurse you for so long, but I figured that you would let me know when you wanted to stop. You did.
The next day, January 1st 2015 - you pushed away and gave me a firm NO.
You're currently obsessed with Bananas in Pyjamas and Peppa Pig.
Last week we held a Peppa Pig themed birthday party for you.
On your actual birthday, we had a toddler tantrum mishap and you were taken by ambulance to the hospital with a suspected fractured wrist.
When the ambulance got to our house, you were slumped on Nanna on the couch unable to move your right arm. We taunted you with a cupcake, knowing that if you could move to grab it, you would.
The paramedics told us that they suspected you have a fractured wrist, and would have to wear a cast. I don't know why, but I burst into laughter at the thought. Everyone looked at me like I was a lunatic. I imagined you with a tiny cast covered in Peppa Pig stickers. Sorry about that, I wasn't being insensitive I just laugh at inappropriate times when stressed out.
Thankfully, you had just dislocated your elbow and they were able to pop it into place after an x-ray gave you the all clear.
No tiny cast for you!
I spent a few hours making your Peppa Pig backdrop, and a week before your party you saw it in the garage and went insane. You screamed Peppa and banged on the door for ages before I managed to distract you for a short time. Every time somebody went into the garage you tried to run in and have a little look.
You didn't really like these strawberry and cream cheese sandwiches which is a bit weird.
You do however love meat, cheese, corn, chips, chocolate, mashed potato and toast!
Nanna and I struggled with this cake for you. As you can see, it broke and we had to sugar-glue it back together. It came through in the end though, and I'm sad that I didn't get to see you eat a slice at your party as I know how much you love cake!
We had a special guest attend your party, but unfortunately you were terrified of her after working up the courage to touch her, and then she tried to touch you!!.
I don't think that you expected your friend from the TV to be quite so big in real life!
This little Peppa was more to your liking!
Everyone had a go at breaking the pinata at your party, however it was stronger than anticipated so after the little kids softened it up, we had to have a big boy break it!
You loved that everyone sung you Happy Birthday, and then they sang Dad Happy Birthday too!
Last year you were a bit scared of the singing but this year you sang along.
Recently, a friend who doesn't have children asked me to describe what it felt like to love your own child. It was really hard to answer, and the best way that I could describe it was like this:
"You know that feeling when you send somebody a text message bitching about somebody, but you accidentally send it to the person you are bitching about? Imagine that sinking gut feeling of dread, and replace the dread with love." She just looked at me like I was a weirdo. I probably am.
It's impossible to describe, but it's that feeling in your stomach however it't not bad, it's good.
That makes NO sense so maybe somebody else could try and describe it for me in the comments!!