Day 51. 161 pages, 78,603 words.
Little Toop turns 2 today, and so we’re going to have a bit of a party. What a long way she’s come from the law-studying little coconut-headed sloth she was last summer.
I’m not even kidding.
It’s been amazing so far. I won’t get sentimental because I am out of time this weekend, but damn if this hasn’t been an easy, easy baby to deal with. She’s getting more obstinate and wilful and rowdy now, but that’s to be expected. She’s still an adorable little porcelain doll next to her ferocious despot of a big sister.
And yes, she still does – and probably will always do – just about everything her big sister does, no matter how many times we tell her big sister not to do the thing because Toop will do it gah there she goes, because her big sister is awesome.
Her cousin’s pretty cool too. I think we’re going to have our work cut out for us in a few years’ time, especially since we have a bar in our garage.
Happy birthday Toop. I know I don’t go all-out with cards and drawings and presents and things, but that’s not because I don’t want to give you things. On the contrary. It’s because if I started to give you things, I’m worried that I wouldn’t be able to stop.