Wow. Twenty-seven months. It’s getting harder and harder to keep up with. When people ask me how old you are now, I can’t quickly recall in months as I used to so I’ve gotten to where I say, “Two and a few months” or “She turned two in March.”
Right now as I listen to you talking to all of your “friends” as you try to settle down for a nap, I am yet again impressed with your knowledge. You just told someone in your bed the correct road that you live on. Monday, when Aunt Whitney kept you for my afternoon doctor appointment you repeatedly asked me to tell you what street she lives on and you remembered all that I told you.
Speaking of my doctor’s appointment, on Monday we got to see pictures of your baby brother or sister. Of course, he’s a cutie and we can’t wait for you to meet him. You will be such a good sister! When we ask you about the baby in mommy’s belly you tell us about your baby sister and when we ask what we should name her you tell us, “O.” It was funny the first time but it’s even funnier now that you’ve repeated it several times. Baby O. Always called a sister.
Anyway, you’ve shown us that you’ve got quite the imagination lately. You’ve developed imaginary friends such as Larry the green bunny. And you’ve even got a zoo in your back “ard” consisting of a dog, horse, mouse, fish, and butterfly. But Larry is by far your favorite. You hug him tightly in your arms and sing the Barney Song to him. You make room for him to sit in your car seat with you and whenever people come over to the house you immediately hold out two cupped palms to show off Larry to them. Jules, I don’t know where you get it all, but it’s certainly precious.
At bedtime this month we’ve sort of prompted you to ask God to bless certain people after you say your standard bedtime prayer. After a few nights with guidance, you now readily ask God’s blessing on all kinds of people each night and it’s so much fun to see who you come up with each time. You always list a variety of people, sometimes very random and sometimes just the usual “God bless Daddy and Jules and God bless Mommy.” You’ve prayed for grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, and 2nd cousins, friends and really just about anyone you know. You’re such a sweet girl.
You’ve been saying, “I ‘preciate it!” to people when they do something for you and you’ve finally learned the difference between when you should say, “Yes Sir” and when you should say, “Yes Ma’am.” I’m proud that you’re so polite. Sometimes it can be pretty hilarious though. We had to go down to Grandpa’s house the other night to pick up one of the cars and while we were there Sharon asked you if she could come swing on your new swingset and you promptly told her, “Yes, but you have to be nice!”
You still absolutely LOVE to sing. You go around the house constantly singing and will quickly entertain anyone with a few bars of any song you know. Sometimes you mix songs up, understandably, but it always gives me a good laugh. One time recently you sang, “They are weak but He is strong and Bingo was his name-o.” Ha! Jesus is now also known as Bingo. Silly, silly girl!
I know the “Why?” phase is coming Julianna. I can feel it. So I don’t want to complain too much now, but these days you want to know what every single sign you see says. We ride down the road and you are constantly asking from the backseat, “What that say, Mom?” and as you point I have no idea what sign you’re pointing at so I have to give a steady narration as we ride pointing and telling what every sign says before you ask. You’re like a sponge soaking up every last bit of anything you can learn.
We’ll spend the next month together at the beach and I can’t wait. You can’t either. You have already devised a plan for the whole trip. You’re going to swim in the ocean and take your shoes off on the beach. You’re going to play soccer and watch a movie, eat ice cream, and feed the ducks and seagulls. I can't wait to see you live your fun dreams.
Often when you say, "I not love you Mama. I love Dada" it makes me a little sad, but I know it's only a phase you're going through. Like so many other things it too shall pass. And I still love you, Jules. Nothing can make me stop.
Love,
Mama
