Happy Birthday Little Monkey
Dear Little Monkey,
Happy birthday! Daddy’s little girl turns two today. Sadly, I still don’t know you well. You are the one I spend the least time with and the one I know least of all. But I’m trying. I really am. It’s just that your big brother is making it very difficult for you and I to bond. It seems like your brother attaches to me every time daddy has a free limb. I know, it’s just an excuse and I need to make time for you. I’m sorry and I will try harder.
You adore your big sister. Sometimes you even snuggle with her on the sofa. When it’s time to go to sleep, you even insist big sister come along too. How cute. Too bad you don’t seem to feel the same way about your big brother. Sometimes, you hug your brother. Mommy and daddy think that’s adorable. However, when you are near your brother, you’re more likely to smack him than hug him. Sometimes you hit because your brother won’t let you play with something, but most of the time, you hit for no reason at all. I hope you outgrow this phase soon…like before you figure out where we hide the knives.
You started talking when you were only 18 months old. Actually, you were more like a parrot. You repeated whatever words daddy said and you said them well. Daddy thought you were going to be brighter than your sister. Daddy was wrong. You are bright, but you still can’t speak clearly on your own like your sister did at the same age. That’s OK. I still love you.
Right now, you’re into the Care Bears. I’m not sure if you like Care Bear toys, but you love watching the Care Bears on DVD. For some reason, you don’t seem to care for the newer SGI Care Bears. You prefer the older Care Bears from their old TV show with their primitive audio. Do you have to watch it every day? You might as well pretend I’m your brother and smack me on the head a couple hundred times. Go ahead; smack me until I’m unconscious. Put me out of my misery.
Your older sister was defective at your age. When she watched TV, she sat on the sofa like a doll on a shelf. Luckily, you’re like your brother. You two can’t sit still and both of you are always climbing on things and jumping. I’m surprise you have not broken a bone like your big brother did right before he turned two.
You are the dancer in the family. It doesn’t take much for you to start dancing. You hear a beat and off you go. Daddy use to think you got your dancing gene from mommy, but now I think you actually got that from me. Just like you, daddy dances spontaneously too. Mommy must not know all the latest, coolest dance moves because she keeps laughing at daddy. It isn’t easy being hip, is it?
You’re my girl and I promise to spend more time with you this year. I love you very much. Have a great birthday.
Love,
Daddy Forever
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Happy Birthday Dancing Monkey Queen!
Keep smilin!
Happy Birthday to your little monkey! She’s a cutie pie. I love the video. Man, she can spin!
Okay, you keep outdoing yourself on these types of post. Happy birthday little monkey! I hope your day is as cute and fun as you are!
Hugs,
Holly
Happy Birthday, Little Monkey. Make sure you tell your Daddy he needs to take you on a special date, just the two of you, at least once every couple of weeks. That way you two can build your own special relationship.
The hard part is doing it without my son knowing. The two youngest ones are alway fighting for my attention after dinner.
What a sweetie. It’s a wonder she didn’t fall down after all that spinning.
Happy Birthday Little Spinning Monkey!
Happy Birthday Little Monkey!
Big brothers can be a real pain sometimes. But, having a super hero for a brother will be great if anyone tries to pick on you, only brothers get to do that! LOL!
Have a super 2!!
My son must know that because he picks on her a lot.
Happy Birthday little Monkey. You couldn’t be any cuter if you tried!!
Hugs from Seattle
Dear Little Monkey,
You are adorable. At two you are doing all the right stuff (doesn’t Daddy know that the younger kids are less verbally skilled because the older kids only need us to point and they do what we want– and if they don’t a quick smack gets them started). Being the youngest is the absolute best place to be trust me….years of immature behavior are forgiven because you are not the oldest…or the middlest– use this to your advantage. Also, I have to vote with your Daddy on the old Care Bears….really annoying to people who aren’t two.
Happy Birthday,
A Friend in Chicago
Trade you for a teenager for a couple years? They don’t even want your time. . . :-)
just plain adorable.
hang on to her tight - they grow so fast and pretty soon they are taking off for college
What a cute idea!! She will love to read this when she gets older, I’m sure! Such a special message from Daddy to daughter!
You’ll get the hang of it. I have to say that so I believe it as well. My tornado is two years old now and I can’t seem to make heads nor tails of him.