My little Two turned one last week. She walks, she chatters, she feeds herself. She is quite cute and I love watching her study and doggedly pursue mastery over the world around her. This morning I passed several minutes watching her try to put a little cap on a small-sized spritzer bottle. She had the right idea, but she couldn’t quite coordinate the open side of the cap with the top of the bottle. That didn’t stop her from trying though. She turned the bottle over, then the cap, the bottle, the cap, patiently trying to fit them together. When she dropped the cap and it rolled across the floor, she crawled after it, brought it back to the bottle and started over trying to fit it on.

In addition to loving the sight of her little hands working, and the expression in her eyes that said the wheels of her mind were turning, I loved her focus. She was so present for what she was doing, so unhurried.

Come to think of it, it is pretty cool to be one. Especially when compared to zero. You have some independence. You can try lots of tasty foods. You can shake your head when you want to say no and shout when you want your milk already. You can recognize when you are making someone laugh and laugh along with her. All in all it ain’t bad.

Yay for Two! I’m glad you were born. And I’m glad to be getting to know you.