Isn’t she just gorgeous?
I mean, I know I’m her mama and mama’s always think so…but she’s super-dee-duper cute.
And now she is big.
She was super-dee-duper small. Like, 5 lbs, 12 oz kind of small.
After small, she got..well, not small. Like, 20 lbs at 6 months kind of not small. By 1…she was round and fluffy, like a “puff ball”, as Jackson would call her.
The baby is all gone.
She sleeps in a big girl bed and speaks in complete sentences. She knows her alphabet and can count to 10. She loves to sing songs, and just this morning when I went to get her out of bed she says,
“I want to dance today, Mama!”.
She has been my introduction into “the terrible twos”. I’ve never had one of those before. I thought the 3rd was supposed to be easier? The difference, though, in getting a “terrible two-er” when you are three kids in is that instead of just seeing how frustrated it makes you, you can understand and appreciate the passion that drives them.
She is very passionate.
London came along with us.
The two of them are basically inseparable now.
I think London has gone through a growth spurt, because they used to almost be the same height. Maybe now the twin question will stop? {probably not if they keep walking around like this}
Can I tell you how unbelievably blessed I feel to have two precious girls? Sisters are the absolute BEST! I’m so happy that they sometimes let me pretend like I’m one of them.
But only sometimes. 🙂
I love my girls. I am one lucky Mama.
A Tale of Three Cities 