Two

There are certain times in your life when you realize things 

aren’t what they used to be. A moment of clarity or awareness that is not necessarily a bad thing, but more of a realization that you’re not the person you were months or even years before.

This moment of clarity struck me as I was driving to Fred Meyer at 7pm on a Wednesday to purchase Dora the Explorer wrapping paper. “Yes,” I told myself. “Things have definitely changed.”

It was just about five years ago that I was living alone in my own little bachelor pad, not far from downtown Seattle, worried about pretty much nothing but myself. I didn’t have to tell anyone where I was going or what I was doing. I didn’t have to put the seat down and I certainly didn’t have to get up in the middle of the night to help someone else go back to sleep. As exciting and manly as that sounds, there’s one big problem… I was alone.

The fact is, even though I was wandering around a large department store looking for gift wrap emblazoned with the greatest Hispanic voyager since Coronado, I was happy to do it. In fact, I didn’t even think twice about it. You see, on Wednesday Finley will be two years old. And that’s a pretty cool thing.

It seems like this time last year, I was expounding on how much she had developed in 12 months. And at the risk of repeating myself, these past 12 months have been pretty amazing as well.

Last March, she was only about a month or so into the whole walking thing and now she sprints around the house like a mad woman, jumping onto the couch or into our arms with a giggle.

Last March, she could say “Momma” and “Daddy” and maybe a few other things. Now, she’s putting sentences together and let’s us know what she wants, when she wants it.

She’s also developing a personality… She scolds me when she doesn’t want me to mess with her books or toys and can turn on the charm when she wants something. She can be silly and funny and an instant later, turn on the drama and the waterworks if she doesn’t get her way.

She can be grumpy and cranky and bratty but turn around and be loving and kind. She always tries to share whatever she has with us… whether it’s toys or food or kisses, she can be very thoughtful.

The bottom line is that she’s a toddler. And all of the emotions and ways to express herself – right or wrong – are going to come out. It’s our job to help her find her voice (hopefully a fairly quiet one) and help her understand how to make the proper choices. I know that seems a little heavy for a two-year old to deal with – and it is – but it’s all about the basics. She can and will figure out the tougher things as she gets older. We’re just here to point her in the right direction.

I’m excited to see what the next year brings. I know the biggest thing will be how she'll continue improving her communication skills, which will help us understand what she needs.

I’m also glad that we’ll finally be leaving the age of months behind us. Yes, we can refer to her as 2 years old instead of 18 months or 20 months. Too much math for me, thanks.

So, as I reach the party section of the store and amaze myself at my knowledge of kids cartoon characters and correctly spot the backpack-sporting girl and her monkey with the rain boots, I can feel glad in the fact that as much as my little girl has learned in the past two years, I’ve learned quite a bit, myself. The bulk of which relates to the fact that standing in line at night at a checkout stand with Dora the Explorer gift wrap is a much better life than living alone in an apartment.