Into Ev-Er-Y-Thing!

My Dearest Little Andrew,

Your daddy and I often wonder what you'll be when you grow up.  I know you're only 2 now, but it's fun to wonder.  Your sister is a natural nurturer, so we're confident she'll be a great teacher, doctor, veterinarian, or mommy.  You--you like to cause mayhem and destruction wherever you go.  Hurricane Andrew.  I'm sure this will serve you well in some way in the future--maybe it's just a natural born curiosity.  You're also very sweet and like to help--like bringing sister an ice pack when she's hurt, or bringing her cup to her when you find it sitting on the table.  Just for posterity sake, here's what you've been up to during the last few months. 

You love to get into my makeup and "decorate" the bathroom with my face powder.  The first place we look for you when it gets *too quiet* is in my bathroom.

You have also explored nail polish--luckily, I found you before you painted anymore than the tile floor.

You love to take your diaper off--maybe you think you're helping?  I've cleaned up more pee soaked sheets than I care to count and have bathed the poop off you far too many times this summer. 

You've squeezed a bottle of sunscreen all over yourself (again, maybe trying to help?) and then thought your toy laptop would look good COVERED in it as well. 

We switched you to a big boy bed about 5 days ago.  You're loving this new found freedom.  When you wake up, you explore your room quietly.  Yesterday you found the diaper rash cream.  You were covered in it and left a trail on the carpet, your sheets and on G.  Why do you pick the things that are hardest to clean up?!

You've kept me on my toes this summer.  I love spending time with you and learning all about you.  I take raising you very seriously.  I want to teach you how to be a loving, respectful, responsible individual.  I'm constantly trying to let myself relax enough for you to explore and figure things out on your own, and yet still have boundaries and consequences.  You've been in the time out corner quite a bit, but it doesn't seem to phase you. 

I love you and you make me proud.  (Just be sure to remember your parents, who likely have a few gray hairs from worrying about you, chasing you around and trying to keep you safe, when you're rich and famous! )