look who....is turning two!

There was a little girl

Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.

When she was good,
She was very very good

But when she was bad
She was horrid still pretty damn cute

Sweet Baby A, you are two years old today! And with your head full of blond curls...this nursery rhyme is so you (horrid reference notwithstanding). Everything about you is one way...or the other.

We waited...and waited...and waited anxiously for you to arrive. You were four days late. But when you decided to enter this world you decided you wanted to come *right now*...within three hours of labor beginning, before mommy was an actual hospital patient or could receive any sort of drugs. (And, yes, I will remind you of this every single year. You were 9 lbs 6 oz. I'm still waiting on my medal.)

And today you are still a walking juxtaposition. You love to play princess and dress up with your sister...but refuse to wear anything but t-shirts and shorts. You beg to watch your beloved Dora...but rarely make it through an episode without running off and playing with something else. You scream "I DO IT!" several times a day...but are perfectly content to let E feed you like a baby if she does it airplane-style. You are becoming fiercely independent...but still sometimes want to be picked up and carried around like a baby.

You are the second child. There won't be many things that you will be the first to do. But that doesn't make the accomplishments you have made any less special. This year you have gone from tentatively walking to running, dancing and jumping. Last year, you had a few words and signs; now you talk in full sentences. You sing all the time, the ABCs and a few other songs learned at daycare are your favorites. Once content to play with a toy alone, you play with your sister and your friends at school.

It's amazing to see how much you've grown and changed. I cannot to see what you do in the next year.

Happy Birthday, Sweet Baby A! I love you!