
My little girl turned two yesterday.
It's hard to believe that it was just two short years ago that we were still hanging around in the hospital, marveling over our tiny creation. She is not so tiny anymore, but she is still pretty marvelous.
She has grown and changed so much in the past year. She can now talk in sentences, and knows hundreds of words. She also knows a dozen or so signs, that she pulls out for a few words she can't pronounce quiet yet. She is constantly surprising us with her vocabulary. The other day, she put on her new tutu (a birthday gift), and came up to me saying something that began with an M, and and an R (or maybe a Y) in there somewhere. After a few failed attempts at interpretation, I asked her to show me. Into the bedroom we went. She wanted to look at herself in the mirror.
One of Becca's favorite things to do (other than run around the house screaming like a crazy person) is to sing. There hasn't been a meal in the past several months that hasn't included at least a couple songs from her. A few we recognize; the rest are her own creations.
We celebrated on Sunday, having all of our family members from both sides over for lunch (Hot dogs, of course..) and cake and ice cream. I decorated the cake myself. Becca was a little unsure to begin with, but once she got used to everyone being there, and opening the gifts, she had a great time.
Her actual birthday (yesterday) was not as much fun. We had to wake her up to head out to Walmart so that I could get a new laptop power cord (mine had finally died the night before). Mark had a migraine, so while I worked to make up the cost of the cord, he had his mom over to watch Becca. I made banana pancakes for lunch (Becca's pick) and then Mark went back into the bedroom and rested.
Mark's mom is really great with Becca, and they had a great time playing. I always feel bad that I don't have more time to play with her, so I love it when someone else is willing to come over to play for a while.
After Mark's mom left, and after we had dinner, I put Becca down for a nap. She had managed to sneak out of it earlier. Mark headed off to work, and I curled up with a good book. An hour later, the front door opened, and then the bedroom door. Mark walked in, and asked me to take him to the hospital. The migraine was back full-force, and he needed something that would actually get rid of the pain.
So, I woke up Becca, and off we went. Even though the waiting room was full, they got us in fairly quickly. Mark was given pain meds, and then we waited.
Toddlers and small rooms (loaded with fun-looking medical equipment) don't mix. Waits longer than a few minutes and toddlers don't mix. Even though I had brought a toy, some books, paper and pens, and juice, the two hours in the hospital were painfully long for Becca. She was tired. She was not interested in her books, thank you. She was only a little interested in her toy. She wanted to play with all of the cool new toys in the room. She wanted to inspect daddy's IV. She wanted to pull the curtains, run around, and have a great time.
We settled for sitting with Daddy and watching cartoons or leading me around the room for a while. She was very happy to leave. Mark and I had been joking that she was now 2 for 3 on birthdays spent in the hospital (counting the day she was born). Mark is supposed to stay home today, so we'll be able to make up for some of it. He'll play with her while I work to make up the time he's taken off. He'll be able to play with her. And I think later, we're renting Monsters vs. Aliens.
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