Unbelievably, our baby Vivian will be TWO on Friday. I’m the mother of a two-year-old, people! She talks and runs and sings and reasons and pretends. She says “all done” in the middle of her diaper change in the belief that words make it so. Last weekend she held her first turtle, right up to her nose.
I have no idea where two years went. It doesn’t seem possible that Vivi is two. But on the other hand, I was watching home movies of her at 3 months yesterday, and they seem impossibly long ago.
It’s amazing to watch her grow and figure things out. Yesterday we popped out to a diner for lunch. Her kids’ menu had a girl on the cover who was hanging by her knees, pigtails pointed straight down. Vivian turned the menu over so that the girl was right-side up. Then she opened it and found the kids inside were upside-down. She flipped it closed again and checked. Traced the hanging pigtails with one finger. Turned the menu over again.
