Almost at those "Terrible" Two's!

Dear Sweet Boston Boy,

Happy 23 months!!
I'll admitt... it's been a little rough lately. I think you finally slept pretty good last night. I went in and checked on you just before I left for work (about 3:15am). You looked so cute and snuggly in your little blue striped pj's from Children's Place that finally fit you! You have been getting your two-year old molars and have been so miserable. You've had a temperature off and on and have been sleeping horribly. You've been ornery and Bossy!! I wish you would talk to me, instead of pulling and pushing me everywhere but you just simply don't want to talk yet. You have your own little jibber-jabber we like to call "Bostoniese!" It is very cute and very unique... just like you, but I will be so happy if you decide to start using English! I think you will be less frustrated too; it must get tiring always coming to get my hand and pull me to show me what you want.

I feel so responsible for everything about you. I'm afraid you have watched too much TV and that has played a role in your speech delay. (But you love Curious George oh so much!) I am so sorry I have been so tired. I am not going back to my radio job after your sister is born and I hope it helps me have more energy to keep up with you two! Speaking of your sister, she's going to be here in about 2 1/2 months and I really worry about how you will react to her. I don't know if you know or understand at all what is about to happen and how it will change our family, but I promise as hard as it will be for you to share your time with with me with Jocey, you will Love her someday. I want you to also always know that I will never be too busy for you. I may not have time to let you pull me everywhere to get everything you want; you may need to learn to talk and you may need to learn to "have patience!" but when you really need me I will be there and you can have a hug and a kiss any time you want.

Aunt Hayley and cousin Jack are coming to town tomorrow and Grammy Cash is coming for the weekend. We want to take you to the zoo and I hope you love it. (it has to be a better experience than last time when you got a horrible rash within the first 10 minutes of our arrival!!)

Please know Bossy boy how much I love you. I know I worry. It's part of being a Mommy. I'm sorry I get frustrated and you get frustrated; but thanks for always coming to me in the end and putting your head on my shoulder. Your sweet cheeks always make everything better!

I love you forever,
Mommy