I can hardly believe that today, two years ago, this tiny little bundle came into my life. She was a teeny tiny little pink ball, trying so very hard to open her eyes to see the world she’d been thrusted into. To this day, every night (and probably forever) I still tell her she’s my angel, my baby bunny, my beautiful girl.
There isn’t that much I need to say about Sofi. Her personality hasn’t changed since she was one month, three months, six months, 12 months, 18 months – except that she’s now all of that on steroids. Hilarious, actually properly funny, with a wicked sense of humour, so much spunk and so feisty she’s giving me a serious run for my money. Like honestly, I see what she does and I’m like hey she’s good! I gotta take notes!
One of the most interesting developments I’ve seen from raising Sam and Sofi is the power of nature vs nurture. With no overly girly influences (because look at me all jeans and t-shirts) surrounded predominantly by boys toys (Sofi can transform a Transformer toy aimed at 5 year olds no problem), she’s suddenly without warning crazy obsessed with ballerinas and tutus and dresses! She wants a handbag, she loves accessorising… and I’m like what the heck? It must be built in, and it amazes me how these little people, nothing but a microscopic cell not all that long ago, can all by themselves become something so incredibly unique.
Anyway, my bunny is two today and she’s not a baby any more. She talks, she tells me things, asks me things and makes me laugh. She wants cuddles, she gives cuddles, she holds my hands. She runs, she scoots, she climbs on everything and planks on anything. She’s a dare devil. She’s crazy. She amazes me, she scares me. I love her!
So here we are on the doorstep of the terrible twos, and I know this is going to be a big one. Bring it, I’m ready!
ps. In light of terrible things that have happened recently (my friend lost her daughter in a drowning accident just last week), I feel the urge to love my kids even more than I possibly can. To have more patience with them, to spend more time, listen, play more, nag less. Hold your kids tight, every day, every night.