Hey Kid, (I mean you, Jodi)

I've been on a retreat of sorts. First, there was a week in LA, and then the return to a busy office at work, so I really haven't had a chance to write in a while. But I wanted to get back to posting something. I wanted to say something about the trip to LA and just in case you ever read this, let you know a little something about what you were like at 2.

In some ways LA went incredibly smoothly. We left on a Monday evening after work and in the countless times that I've taken the 5 up and down the state, this was the easiest, most traffic free drive ever. If it's ever possible to do the drive on a Monday night, we'll try that again.

LA was hot. Mommy had classes. You got to spend time with Daddy and the grandparents. At this age, you really are strong willed. You know that you need someone to take care of some things, but you are very insistent that it either by Mom or Dad. Tricycles, chocolate birthday cakes and other presents from your grandparents don't sway you. As soon as Mom and Dad are out of sight you unleash furious screams and buckets of tears. We're trying to teach you that Grandma and Grandpa love you and will always have the best of intentions for you, but you're not there yet.

We took you to the LB Aquarium with some friends. You seemed to like the seals and the little play area outside with the boat. If I had let you stay, you'd probably be still be out there spinning the wheel and pretending to pilot the boat. We also took you to Ikea, which since you tried every chair, sofa and bed in the entire place. The Swedish meatballs were also a treat, and I don't know if I've ever seen you happier. Disneyland, Legoland and such can wait until the next time.

On getting back home, you had your two year old check up. You weigh in at 27 lbs and 34 inches. 50th percentile across the board. You still haven't caught on to what doctor's visits mean yet, and were completely shocked on receiving a shot. You're in for more shocks. If you understand that your little sister is on the way, you don't give much indication. But you seem like a happy, though clumsy little kid. (Clumsy hands come from Daddy. Clumsy feet come from Mommy).

Keep growing little one.

Love Daddy.