Pinatas!

Dear Sofia,

Happy 2010! You'll be two this year. And I'll be... Well, that's not important.

You now have eight teeth, three molars, two pinatas, one earring, and approximately 48 pairs of shoes. You are the Carrie Bradshaw of toddlers. In the mornings, you like to choose your shoes for the day. Usually, they match each other; sometimes, they don't. You like to waltz around the house with a purse on your arm. You aren't a big fan of hats, but you'll wear one if it's super-cold like it was in Vermont.

We had a great time visiting Nick and Liz and Elliott for New Year's, and you thoroughly enjoyed poking baby Elliott and flirting with Toby and Rashonda. There was lots of snow, and you rode on a sled, slowly with Elliott and really fast all by yourself. You made a snow angel for Daddy, which I don't think you appreciated very much. On New Year's Eve, we both fell asleep at 10:30 so we didn't get to see the ball drop. Aunt Liz and Uncle Nick had a great time playing with you, but I think you might have made them a little nervous about all the running around they'll be doing in a year!

A week before all that happened, we had a white Christmas in St. Louis with Grandma, Poppy George, Mr. Dave, Uncle Brian, Aunt Lauren and Aunt Donna. Even though she just had surgery, Grandma made sure Santa brought you all kinds of great presents and she chased you around the house sneaking you special treats. Your first sentence might very well be "Thank you, Grandma. I won't tell Mommy."

You met the twins -- Jack and Allie -- and we even let you hold them for a little while. They are troopers, those two.

You are currently obsessed with pinatas, kitty cats, socks and shoes. You are quite cooperative when it comes to putting things away, and you love your new Legos. The Tres Reyes brought you some in Mexico, along with your very own Dora chair. You still love her, but getting you to sit down for a video is completely impossible.

All of our friends and family in the U.S. now know the words to the pinata song, because every morning you would wake up and want us to sing it. Nobody there is quite sure what "dale, dale, dale" means, but I'm sure they'll have the song stuck in their heads for years to come.

In a nutshell, you are a hilarious, personable, creative, intelligent, endearing, flirtatious little person, and I love you with all my heart.