Birthdays and the Terrible Twos

Dear Madness,

well, you're two now. Your birthday weekend went quite smoothly, to my utter shock, which wasn't easy because having two birthday parties on the one weekend was actually kind of nuts. Next year, I think I'll just fork out the cash and pay for a big party somewhere to save us a lot of fuss and bother.

Now that you're two, you're becoming more and more vocal about everything. In the last two weeks, you've added quite a few words to your vocab, including (YAY!) some English ones, like "Again" and "More!" which is excellent. Naturally, your temper tantrums have increased to two or three daily, but for every tantrum there are 100 funny things you do that make them worth while.

Also, you're BIG! I mean, you've always been big, but now you're the size of the average German three-year-old, which sends your father into fits of panic. Your projected height as an adult is 192cms or 6"2, which means you'll tower over both your parents by the time you start school.

Basically, you're just a whole lot of fun. Next week, I'm taking you over to Ireland for a visit. I hope you don't mind that Papa's not coming, and it's probably going to be rainy (okay, it will be rainy, it's Ireland) and cold.

Lots of love,
Mama