Happy 2nd Birthday. . .

Blog! That's right, although sporadic posting may make it seem like the blog is younger than it's years, it is in fact the ripe old age of two. As I look back to the 1st birthday blog post I am amazed, really amazed at the changes in the star of this story. Looking back, seeing how far we've come, me as a mother and her as a person, is helpful in those moments of my wondering if I'm doing this all right. With my steadfast partner in all of this, Mike, aka Zoe's dad, I am.

I read past posts and fondly remember the days of repeatedly singing heads, shoulders, knees and toes; a request made by Zoe in the only way she could at the time, "eh!" Now requests are more like, "Mommy I want some crackers, please" or "Mommy, go now!" and songs are not requested, they are sung. Back then I was impressed she was learning body parts, now she knows body functions and is in the throws of potty training (which at the very least deserves it's own blog post). She is still messy, but can clean her own face. She still gets timeouts but I'm much better of knowing when to give them. She is still crazy, but now puts a voice to it. In the last year, she ditched the high chair, she learned to ride her bike, and has moved up a room in the new daycare. She counts to eight and knows (for the most part) her ABC's.

Year three there will be more posting, promise. For now, close your eyes and make a wish, blog. Strap on the party hat and break out the balloons. I think we are at the start of another great year.

Singing and counting