Oh, my dear, sweet, crazy girl.
Two years ago today, I was putting on my makeup in the morning and suddenly started having chest pains. When you call your doctor at 38.5 weeks pregnant and say the words ‘chest pains’ and ‘contractions’… you’ve pretty much bought yourself a ticket to labor and delivery. So we called Grandma and she came to get your big sister Maggie, and we headed to the hospital. At 11:40-something that night, you came bursting into the world and haven’t slowed down since.
They say that the first year of a babies life has the most dramatic change from start to finish, and obviously that’s true. But for me, I think the second year is shocking and dramatic in different ways. A year ago, you could (almost) walk, and you could feed yourself, and play with toys. But you couldn’t communicate what you wanted or felt or thought- at least not very well. Even two months ago, you weren’t talking much. But NOW. Oh my goodness. You have exploded with words and sentences and stories and hearing you talk is just about my favorite thing (yes, even when you’re yelling at me)
You proudly announce when you’ve found something- your sippy cup, the remote control, your pacifier. “FOUN’ IT!!!” You call Maggie “Gah-nee” about 99% of the time still. Every once in a while, “Maggie” will slip out and I have to be honest, I get very sad when you say “Maggie” instead of “Gah-nee”. You bring us blankets and ask us to “Fold it out” (spread it out flat for you) If we ask if you want something and you don’t, you say “No!” but if you do want something, you say “Okay!” instead of “Yes”. It’s adorable. And when it’s time to go play outside, you jump up and down, shouting “OW-SIIIIDE! OW-SIIIIDE! YAAAAY!”
You are a social kid, waving and saying hello to EVERYONE WE SEE OMG, but you’re still a Mommy and Daddy’s girl. You cling to my legs and hide your face, being shy at the bus stop.
You and your big sister could not be more different, but you are the perfect complements to each other. Maggie is mellow and easy-going. You are intense and stubborn and quick to get frustrated. But you’re also quick to laugh immediately after. And you LOVE your sister like nothing I’ve ever witnessed before. You watch her like a hawk and want to do and have every single thing she does and you cannot imagine why you aren’t allowed to do what a 5 year old does. NO FAIR, MOM.
I’m rambling because I’m tired and I’ve spent the second half of your birthday today prepping for your party tomorrow, and kid, I can’t wait to see your face when you see all your favorite people come in the door. You only kind of understand the concept of birthdays right now (you said “SURPRISE!S today when I mentioned a birthday present, so I know you understand a little bit) but I still think tomorrow is going to rock.
Today was pretty awesome, singing happy birthday to you in your room first thing this morning with Daddy and Maggie, and then again tonight when you had your birthday cupcake and blew out your candles. You were less than pleased that Daddy wouldn’t let you touch them.
But then you blew the candles out and had some icing and made a mess and all was right with the world.
Happy birthday, girlfriend.