To my precious Baby Bug,
Firstly, I’d like to apologise for the fact that your nickname is Bug. Blame your Father. He’s the one who always comes up with these silly names and they always seem to stick. You can tell us to stop when you’re older. Your big sister already moans about being called “Moogle” (even though she’ll always be a little Moogle to me). Believe me when I say it’s a name derived from affection.
What can I say to you, on this, the 2 year anniversary of the day you were born.
You’re not what I expected. Not that I’m sure exactly what I did expect – a carbon copy of your sister, perhaps. Everybody warned me that siblings are always different but I didn’t believe it until I saw it with my own eyes.
Even at two years old you are developing your own unique little personality. Part of that personality is that of a feral animal. I often joke you were raised by wolves. I’ve never heard a baby growl so much.
But you can also be incredibly affectionate. When you’re in the mood, you love to have a good snuggle on the sofa watching telly. I love to watch you caring for your toy babies or soft toys
You’re growing up so quickly and it’s terrifying. You’re my last baby. Can you just slow down a bit? Already you’re asserting your own independence, walking up and down stairs and your vocabulary comes on every day. I love to watch you learn new things but I can’t help but mourn the fact that your days as my tiny baby are numbered.
I hope that you and your sister will grow up to be firm friends. She absolutely dotes on you and loves looking after her little sister. (Even when you don’t deserve it – you can be a real bully sometimes) It’s amazing watching you both play together and knowing that it can only get better as you both grow. I can’t wait until I can hear you playing schools or families or dolls.
We’re going to have to do something about your temper. And your violent tendencies. Don’t worry too much. Mummy has them too! But you have to learn to imagine smacking people around the head – instead of actually doing it!
No matter the fact that you can be a little handful sometimes, you never fail to brighten my day. Your little smile is infectious and I can never stay mad at you for long – a fact you use to your advantage on a regular basis.
May the next year bring many more exciting adventures.
Happy birthday my little Poppet.
All my love