You turned two on Sunday and I suppose it shouldn’t have taken me by surprise, but it did.
After all the holidays and other birthdays, it just kinda slipped up on me.
We celebrated once on Saturday with my grandparents.
I really must do better about using my real camera instead of just my phone.
I love the way you ‘talk’ non-stop, despite the fact that none of us have any idea what you’re talking about.
I love that you know what you want and go head-strong after it until you succeed.
(Well, most of the time I love it).
You love to sing “tee-uhl, tee-uhl, lee-uhl starrr” and you have those hard “r” sounds like Lydia did when she was your age.
The two of you are so similar in so many ways. I hope that will bring you together when you are older and not push you apart.
You transitioned easily into the big girl bed, but still prefer your baby blanket to the sheets.
We all call you the baby, and I’m sure we always will, but you get less babyish every day.
It’s exciting to see you grow and change, but still sad to see the baby years slide by.
Since we’ve been homeschooling, you’ve gotten better about playing alone in your room.
When you play with the others, you but heads with Asa the most; usually because he is loving on you a little too much.
You really watch the older two carefully and copy every single thing they do.
They all adore you and are usually at your beck and call (or grunt and point, really).
I love to hear you say “eye yoo” for “I love you” and, oh! you give the sweetest kisses.
You squeeze your eyes up tight and lean in and usually giggle when you pull away.
You are constantly singing, especially when you are playing alone.
Daddy and I love to listen to you through the baby monitor.
None of the words make sense to us, but you just sound so happy.
And that makes me happy.
Eye yoo, my little princess!
Happy birthday and may God bless you with many, many more.