My Darling Lucy,
Today you are 28 months old. This letter won't have many pictures because it's been a busy month, with Mabel being born and coming home. But you've done and learned a lot so I will tell you all about that.
First of all, you LOVE being a big sister. LOVE
Any chance you get to hold Mabel, kiss Mabel, watch her nurse, or help change a diaper, you are all over it.
While Mabel and I were still in the hospital, you took advantage of some of the fun things they offered for siblings. You and Ruby loved the holiday decorations
You met (and were a little scared of) this little droid named R2D2. Your dad on the other hand was beside himself with joy.
On Friday afternoons you and Ruby went to the art class for siblings. You loved it, because just like Ruby, you love doing projects and making stuff.
On our first night home, you and Ruby insisted that Mabel and I snuggle with you to fall asleep. My heart has never felt so full and happy. All three of my daughters in one bed!
Like I said, you will do ANYTHING to get a chance to hold Mabel.
You and Ruby have been having quite a love affair. Perhaps it's because you're learning to be a big sister from her, but you have (a little) less contention and arguments with each other lately. You also snuggle a lot and desperately want to sleep next to each other (tho it's hard to get bedtime quiet when you are 'snuggling')
You've been sick the past few days (as have I and Ruby and your dadddy) with a mild virus. Fever, ear ache, misery. Fortunately you started feeling better last night, and today seem right as rain. Ruby on the other hand is still in bed, and will miss another day of school tomorrow.
This past month your language has completely blown me away. Your sentence structure went from 2 to MANY words. You are so good at telling us what you need, and when you don't know the word you keep trying till we all figure it out. You are singing ALL.THE.TIME. You love to sing Frosty the Snowman, Let it Go (from Frozen, oh how you love this song, and you are very dramatic when you sing it), Twinkle Twinkle Lucy Star (yes, that's what it sounds like), Itsy Bitsy Spider and a few others.
You know a few of your letters, which is also mind blowing. You definitely know O and L (for Lucy) and R (for Ruby) and possibly a few others. You can count to 5 and sometimes 8, and can rote count to 4, but not consistently. I'm pretty sure you will be reading EARLY.
Your favorite thing right now is to 'Waptch pump!". If I even mention that I need to pump you MUST be there, even when you had a fever you would get out of bed to watch me pump. One day when I was stil in the hospital with Mabel you insisted that I pump on while we facetimed. The nurse thought that was hilarious. Oh well, they did feature pretty promimently in your life until recently.
I believe this is the last time you ever nursed. You would ask to "taste" Mabel's nanas and latch on for a minute or two. I had no intention of ever tandem nursing but then you kept going throughout my whole pregnancy, nursing to sleep even on the night my water broke. I had figured that if you needed to keep nursing to transtion into having a baby sister easier I would just do it. And then all hell broke loose and you didn't see me but for a few minutes each day. I will admit I cried many nights in the hospital thinking you were sad, or angry or just missing the nanas. So when you would ask for a taste, I was happy to let you. Then one day, you said "Ucy all done nanas. Mabel no share nanas with Ucy." And just like that, you weaned. On your terms, with your big, loving heart, you gave all the milks to Mabel. I am simultaneously filled with joy and pride and sadness. You talk about the nanas all the time, but usually in relation to your concern about when Mabel needs them, and if it's time to pump.
Oh my sweet Lucy Mae, you are such a joy to experience. You are funny, and loud, and mischevious, and so very loving. You like to make trouble, pushing boundaries until someone has to intervene, with a look on your face like "come at me, bro!" You are two with a capital TWO. Demanding to have what you want, when you want it, and how you want it. But at the same time, you are relatively flexible and understanding for a two year old. Even when you are really pushing MY buttons, you are still pretty cute, and extremely loveable. You like to choose your own clothes, wipe your own bum (oh yeah, you're pretty much 100% potty trained, which is awesome!) and do everything yourself. If I so much as consider putting the seat on the potty, Oh my I don't hear the end of it. You aren't just angry, you're downright OFFENDED. I try not to laugh, but it's pretty funny.
Thanks for making this difficult transition from 2-3 kids a little easier, with your wit and your love and your open heart. Thank you for being such an amazing human, and for making my job of being your mama a little easier (tho yes, somedays you make it damn hard too!). Thank you for choosing us to be your family, for choosing me to be the one you want to pick you up and rock you to sleep. Thank you for being the best Lucy you could possibly be.
I love you with all of my heart, Mama