Sophie Is TWO. Where Did the Baby Go?

We celebrated Sophie’s second birthday at Abuela Rosa’s house yesterday, and I’m still recovering from the whirlwind that is my newly-two-year-old daughter.

Sophie Is TWO. Where Did the Baby Go?

When did my sweet baby turn into this tiny person with OPINIONS about everything? She told Marcus ‘no’ fourteen times yesterday. I counted. She gets that stubborn streak from me, obviously.

The party was perfect chaos. Sophie ran laps around Abuela Rosa’s living room, chattering in her mix of English and toddler gibberish, bossing around anyone who would listen. She insisted on blowing out her own candles (after three attempts), declared the pink frosting ‘yucky’ but ate it anyway, and spent most of the party carrying around her new baby doll like a tiny mom.

Marcus keeps asking me where our quiet baby went. I told him she’s still in there somewhere, but she’s been replaced by this fierce little girl who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to tell you about it. Two is going to be interesting. Actually, scratch that – two is going to be LOUD.