Dear almost-two-year-old Miles,

Sweetie pie. How could this face ever make mommy grit her teeth as she wipes "ho-hee" (honey) and "noo-GAT" (nugget) crumbs off the dining room chairs? or as she scrapes from the cracks of linoleum the smushed peas that you tossed one by one with the "pop!....pop!....pop!" accompanying sound effect? or as she props you on her knee at a bathroom sink that's too tall for the stool to wash your hands for the kajillionth time in 30 minutes after you wanted to practice "peepee" on the potty? (I know, that's really a good thing, right?) or as we listen to your new favorite song for the 12th time in a row on the way to your playdate? (although it isn't that bad of a song, I'd just like to hear something else once in a while!) or as she cleans up dog vomit from the hardwood floors? Okay so maybe that's not your fault.

But I guess that's why they call it the twos (sorry, Elton). I've been warned of what's coming. It's just too bad that you've already figured out that we think you're pretty darn cute even when you're a stinker. So all you have to do is flash those puppy dog eyes and say "al luh te tu" (I love you too!!) and all is forgiven. Almost. Tonight when you shoved mommy with your foot and hit her a few times, well, bedtime came pretty fast, didn't it?

Love you so much!
Mama


Whew! Venting feels good! Thankfully most of that stuff happened in the last 45 minutes before daddy got home, so it was just percolating. Most of the time Miles is 100% sweetheart. He's come up with some pretty funny games recently. Like last night he was able to recline the La-Z-Boy all the way back and began to rock it up and down. He was laughing so hard at his fun new game. Then he just stretched out and watched the end of his movie. Oh, and we taught him to say "help, please" when he's frustrated, so we don't get a lot of "AAaaaaaaaaa!" So now we get a whole bunch of "hep, peas? hep, peas?" TOO sweet! And he's (usually) such a snuggle bear at bedtime. He loves squirming under the "cuh-buhs" (covers) of the big boy bed and pretending to sleep. Sorry we had to skip that step tonight, buddy. Tomorrow will be better!