Dear Amy

Dear Amy,

Wow, 2 years ago I had been home from hospital with you for 5 days.

You were born on September 5th and just over a week ago, you had your second birthday. Honestly, how does time go so fast? I would have blogged about you on the day, but I was busy helping a little girl get approved for treatment. It was time well spent.

You weren’t a sleepy newborn. In fact, you were more of a pissed off, grumpy, give-me-the-boobs-AGAIN-NOW! type newborn. Good thing I loved you at first sight, or I might have eaten you.

[I am joking here. You will understand when you give me grandchildren in 30 years. Minimum]

You have so much energy. I have no idea where you get it from, but sweetie, if I had 1/8th of the energy you do I would be set for life. You run full tilt, shouting ‘chase me! chasing chasing mummy!’ until I catch you and tickle you.

You imitate so much of what I do, it amost scares me. Mostly though, it just makes me laugh.

‘Mummy, I brush your hair? Oh! Ow, sorry mummy, hurts, BIG knots, ow ow ow, sorry. Kiss better! Done!’

You talk a mile a minute and most of the time I can understand everything you are saying. You also can repeat everything I say when I don’t want you to.

Your favourite song at the moment is ‘Shake it’ by Metro Station. Your father and I hate the song, but will listen to it simply to watch you dance and sing. You regularly tell Daddy to ‘Shake it Daddeeee! Shake it!’ I’m pleased that so far you have managed to keep all references to Daddy ‘shaking it’ within our household though. I’m not sure I’m ready to explain to people that no, your father is not an ‘exotic’ dancer, nor does he actually shake it.

You don’t breastfeed anymore, although I don’t think I can say you are weaned per se. More like, my boobs don’t actually have any milk anymore, therefore you can’t feed. You still insist on seeing my boobs at every opportunity for a snuggle and a kiss. When you are sad, you put your hand down my top, stroke my boobs and snuggle. Obviously my boobs are snuggly comforters. All bow down to the power of the breasts.

This is the last birthday you will have where you are an only child. For your next birthday, you will have an annoying little brother, who will no doubt rip your paper and steal your cake. You will deal with it.

Oh sweetie, I don’t think there is anything I can say to make you understand how you make me laugh and cry in the same moment. How you make me want to hold you tight, and pull my hair out. How you make me so happy.

You will just have to wait until you have a child of your own.

Oh and you? Are still very TWO. I love you though, even if you don’t sleep.