Two years. 730 of the best days of my life. My first born baby is a toddler. I can’t even.
I have so much love in my heart for big sister. She is a loving, affectionate, chatty, curious little problem solver. She asks a million questions and is on the go from the second she wakes up, exploring the world around her. Over the last few months, I’m amazed by her development. She went from one or two words to speaking in full sentences- requesting and talking about her world. Most of the time though, if we’re being honest, she wants food. From the second we pull into the house from daycare, I feed her 873 snacks until dinner. I can’t keep apples and oranges in the house and find things in the fridge with bites taken out of them. The other day I went to work and there was a bite out of my string cheese... Despite her tough beginnings, Eleanor doesn’t let anything slow her down. She is determined and strong. To get on the counter in our kitchen, I’ve seen her empty toy tubs and stack them up so she can climb up to get what she wants. I’m sure and can only hope that her perseverance is a trait she’ll nurture throughout her life. With that, comes a stubbornness only a two year old can have. The kind that makes you question your sanity. But, we love it and all that it brings. She is a terrific two. Let’s talk about Bun and Giraffe- her favorite stuffies. Secret tip: we have two on hand in case anything happens to one. Eleanor does a great job putting herself to sleep with her paci as long as her babies are at her side. Special thanks to Ms. Lisa and Mr. Chris for giving us the giraffe that has become a staple in the house. If it was burning down, that would be the one thing we left with at this point! haha At two, Eleanor:
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