Ferocious G TWO

On this beautiful Mother’s Day morning, I was given a gift from Oliver. His teacher helped him wrap it, and she wrote his name on the back do when I picked him up from school on Friday, she would give me the right gift. All the kids’ gifts were the same size and and had similar wrapping.

Well, she wrote Oliver’s name on Sawyer’s gift for his mom. Poor little buddy. He was so deflated. We are currently scouring our shelves for that darned school directory so we can attempt to track down Sawyer’s family and trade gifts. I’m sure Sawyer is feeling bummed out, too.

This morning I was sitting at my new little vanity area that Joe built for me, running a brush through my hair, putting powder on my face, and color on my lips. Lady things.

Little Roxy was standing next to me, watching intently, and she began saying she wanted a turn after each item I applied. “Me face”, so I pretended to powder her face. “Me eye”, so I pretended to put eyeliner on her eyes. “Me (something unintelligible that means lips)”, so I actually put lipstick on her. I only did the bottom lip, so she pointed to her top lip and put her face closer to me. I relented and did the top. It was so cute and not at all Jon Benet. I figure if I keep this stuff a forbidden mystery, she won’t get into it without my permission.

I didn’t take a picture, but I had a glorious feeling of how much fun it is to have this darling little girl as my buddy, and a glimpse of champagne chit chats with her in the future as we meet up to celebrate each other’s birthdays.

Tomorrow she turns two. I’m trying not to be sad. It’s not so bad, really. She is and has always been a tornado. So the older she gets and the more she can communicate with the rest of us, the easier things get around here. I still, however, miss Oliver as a baby and a toddler. He has always been an easygoing sweetheart. In fact, I met a staff member at his school yesterday who asked me whose mom I was. When I said I belonged to Oliver, she brightened and said that other staffers were just telling her that morning about what a sweet person he is. Be still my fucking heart.

Roxy went to the dentist today and passed the exam with flying colors! They have a special room just for the tiny ones, so she played with toys while I chatted with the dentist. Then, when it was time for brushing, we had Roxy straddle my lap while facing me, and we leaned her backwards into the lap of the dentist, who was also facing me. It was the sweetest way to subject a toddler to the weirdness of dentistry because she was basically being snuggled at both ends. And she was a little wide-eyed, but she toughed it out like a champ.

I was concerned that she would have weak tooth enamel like her brother, who was born with it and therefore prone to giant cavities despite brushing and flossing. But doc says she’s got some great teeth, so neurotic crisis in my brain averted! I can rest easy now that I know that when she goes to college she can safely crack open a beer bottle cap with her teeth. Phew.