Tomorrow is your second birthday and somehow that is shocking to me. Where did an entire year go? Wasn't I just writing to you on your first birthday last week? Once again I'm sick for your big day. I hope this doesn't become a trend - it's not fun for anyone.

First of all, you should know that I did not approve this. I did not say that it was okay for you to just keep growing and changing. Where are my chubby little legs? Where are my tiny baby toes? Mommy votes no.

That's another thing - at some point this year I went from being Mama to Mommy and I'm not sure how I feel about it. Mommy is something that kids say. Children. Not babies.

I may need to come to terms with the fact that you aren't a baby anymore. Shit.

Sweetest Heart, Today is your first birthday. Right now you're in your crib, chattering away at me because nap times mean nothing to you. You rule the world with a chubby fist and absolutely everyone knows it.