2.7

To my Greta...at two years and seven months.

You ask to wear a headscarf nearly everyday. You insist Estella wear one, too. My two little babushkas.

You also want to wear bibs. I just oblige because maybe you're starting your own trend. Get it, girl. Be you.

You will wear sunglasses at any given time, as well. "I need my sungwasses." 

I painted my toenails the other day (I rarely do, but it was Valentine's Day so I thought at the very least my toes should dress up) and you wanted yours painted, too. We really do have the same feet. Your feet haven't grown since last summer. You're still in "Walker" sizes.

Your dada put together that clearance tricycle I picked up a few months ago. You did pretty well, but you want to do things your own way and didn't want to have us help you and instead, pushed yourself along, clunking your shins against the pedals. It's been cold and snowy outside again, so we'll have to wait until it warms up a bit more before you can practice again.

You always want me and Estella to come into your "secret club". And, of course, you need your "fwashlight." 

"You want to play my fav-wit game?" I still don't know what your favorite game is...is it secret club? Hide-and-go-seek? 

You always want to play legos or have a tea party or color or play secret club. Mama can only do these things with you so many times a day. Spring and summer cannot come soon enough. NOT SOON ENOUGH. Then, it's outside...ery'day.

Daddy farted under the covers of your secret club and he kept on doing so. He said, "I farted again." You replied, "That's because you have a big tummy, Daddy."

You always want to sit next to Estella and wear whatever Estella is wearing. You call her your "best fwend", and you have screaming matches at the dinner table. And at breakfast. And lunch.

You tell me "no" on a daily basis. You have been throwing tantrums. You say, "Don't talk to me." when I ask you not to hit your sister and try to explain proper behavior to you. Oh, Greta...I'm hoping this is all a passing phase because I miss you, too. (You told me you missed me the other day and I hadn't gone anywhere) I suppose we all have a bit of cabin fever and I understand that we could all use a break from each other every now and then. Or, perhaps you miss the "me" I used to be, before your sister was here because you commonly bring up memories from months ago. You have such an amazing memory that I worry everyday if something I said or something I did will scar you for the rest of your life.

On the other hand, you are compassionate and caring. If you sense I'm sad or tired or "fustrated", you will ask me as much. And then you will immediately try and cheer me up by singing or dancing or giving me one of your toys to "make you feel bet-tar", which only makes me cry because I never want you to feel like it is your responsibility to make me happy. This is no one's responsibility but my own. Happiness comes from within, my darling Greta. You, your sister, and your dada contribute a great deal, but ultimately, life is what you make of it. I've just lost my grasp on it lately, and I apologize for that, my love. I'll get it back soon. I "pwomise."