We’ve had quite the wild ride with our little girl so far, and this week she turns two. If you were just looking at her, you may not know it because her frame remains clearly on the small side, but her personality goes for miles and more than makes up for what she lacks in stature.
It’s hard to believe that just two years ago I was begging, hoping and praying that this time the labor contractions were real. This time they wouldn’t stop after 3 hours of 3 minutes apart pain that brought tears to my eyes.
I’m a miserable pregnant woman, and being in labor for the last month of it did nothing to help my mood. Three separate times the labor-intense contractions started for hours only to end with no baby and no dilation.
I should have known then that she was a girl who had her own opinions on everything. She’s tough, she’s wild and oh so very dramatic. Like her nods complete with sneaky grin when I ask if she’s giving all of her hugs to daddy today and the way she screams for my husband’s mom when I tell her we’re out of milk.
This little fire cracker has brought joy to every inch of our lives. Although the start of it was rocky with her big brother, it’s adorable to watch them play (and fight) these days. Even the way he tries to sneak into her room to wake her up in the middle of nap time because he so desperately wants to play with her. Agonizingly adorable.
These past few weeks with her have been precious. She’s learned so many new words and is slowly stringing more together to communicate what she wants.
She was a flower girl in her very first wedding, although big brother ended up stealing her basket and throwing the flowers she looked beautiful as she trailed along behind him looking equal parts confused and excited.
She’s moved into her very own room in our new house and will soon be moving out of the pack-n-play where she’s slept for most of her life and into a big girl bed.
I’m daily in awe of her spunk, her beauty and the way she charms every one she sees. Her curls are astoundingly adorable. She’s obsessed with animals, especially dogs and horses.
She greatly enjoys layering in her fashion choices. The more the better!
Let’s not forget how much she adores stuffed animals.
Although she can’t read this today, a very happy birthday to my precious girl. The one obsessed with pink, but with a rumble-tumble-toughness that her big brother could stand to mimic.
Our precious princess is turning two, and I’m not sure my heart is ready for this. My very last baby, and she’s not such a baby anymore. I can’t wait to see what the next year will bring us. Surely more drama, giggles, tantrums and squealing than we know what to do with. Happy birthday precious one, have a cupcake.
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