Green Motherhood: Rememberng You at 27 Months (Momma's a Slacker....)

Dear Isla June,

This post is now over 2 months late as you are quickly approaching 2 and one half. But, I couldn't just let it fall by the wayside. You really are growing and changing everyday. I am beyond grateful that I am able to share your days with you.

Your favorite shoes all summer long were your crocs (or "trocs" as you called them). Even with the weather being cooler, I have to convince you not to wear them.

My sweet girl, at 27 months you were:

counting to 20 (it may be eleven,twelve, fourteen, fourteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty), but you always got there.
counting in Spanish, but only while jumping. And boy, can you jump.
completely dressing yourself and very opinionated about what you will and will not wear
wearing your shoes on the wrong because that's how you liked them
peeing on the potty!
calling yourself "yittle girl"
calling bugs, "wee bugs"
asking me, "Hey, why you crying?"
wanting to sleep in the big bed (but getting too excited about it to fall asleep)
bowing your head and folding your hands to pray
whenever I ask you to hold my hand, you would shake your head at me and insist on holding your own hand.
on the lookout for stop signs and spell out S-T-O-P stop. then you yell at cars to stop.
talking non.stop.