I recall not when this phase had begun.
A snuggly baby, so observant at one,
You are all that and more, as I now see at two--
Determined, exuberant, fun-loving you.
But the ways, in a toddler, that these traits manifest
Are proving to put your mom to the test.
Marker on the carpet, papers on the floor,
You enter a room and lock the door
To explore things forbidden, with a mischievous smile--
Just for some of your time to beguile.
Mom's make-up bag is a favorite for you.
Frantically, I scramble the lock to undo...
Mascara for your lips, lipstick for your eyes,
And you didn't forget to give Mom the surprise
Of nice, rosy carpet on my closet floor.
(I almost wish I hadn't opened the door.)
I would attempt the rosy stain to remove,
but before I can try, I must follow you...
You would like me to read, and so we go look
(After wiping your face) for your favorite book.
As we snuggle together, book in- between,
You seem to be sleepy, and I sigh with relief.
Yet, as you peacefully drift into dreams,
I know to treasure it all - for, too soon...you'll be three.