Violet at 2.5 Years

This post was started in November, so now it's more like 2.65 or something.


You weigh 33 lbs and stand 38" tall. You're in 3T-4T clothing and size 8 shoe. 

You are completely potty-trained. Honestly, the process was easy as pie.

You know all the colors, can sing the full ABC's, and count to 20, though you often skip 10. You can point out all the shapes, even a hexagon. You can also identify your numbers.

You go to school three days a week. Your teachers tell me you have two good friends there, Aubrey and Emma. Aside from those two, you spend more time interacting with the adults than the other children. Fox goes with you every day. When I pick you up and ask what you did that day you always say, "I pwayed wif my fwiends!"

You love school buses and get very excited when we see one. We always look for them while in the car. You also like to tell me where to go while driving. You'll point and say, "Dis way!"

You have full conversations. There's not much you can't say. It's always fun when you find something you don't know a name for and ask us. Just this morning you inquired about the thermostat.

You talk in your sleep sometimes. We recently watched The Fox and the Hound before bed. In the middle of the night you yelled, "Copper's back!" There was also a night that you yelled, "Pepperoni!" out in dead sleep. The next day you asked for pizza at every meal.

You like to help me pick out clothing. You choose a tie-dyed shirt for me every single time. You then stand around and make sure I put it on.

Back in August I broke my toe and you found out as I got home. For weeks every time I picked you up from school you would suddenly say your toe was hurt. It baffled your teachers until I explained.

You love Monsters Inc., Planes, Paw Patrol, Ben and Holly's Little Kingdom and a cartoon called Masha and the Bear.

You enjoy playing hide and seek. Once we start it's hard to stop. You would literally play for hours.

You've always loved the moon and that hasn't changed. One evening we were riding in the car and you saw the full moon and called it "the baby white moon." We now call it that all the time.




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