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.