Monday, May 19, 2008

Two times the fun

I have such grand plans for keeping this site updated and posting on a regular basis, and damned if it ever happens. Which is pretty typical for all aspects of my life really…grand plans and no follow through. But I have so much to share! Just to make myself post more frequently, I’ll spread all the things I’m dying to share with you out over several posts instead of making you sit here for a boring eternity.

First and foremost, my baby is now two years old. TWO. Seriously, when did that happen?

She is equal parts sweet angel and demon spawn, wrapped up in an adorable little package. And I mean demon spawn in only the most loving manner possible. Don’t judge me. But seriously, there are times when we are out in public and she is perfecting her tantrum techniques, and I secretly wonder if maybe I was drugged and she was conceived ala Rosemary’s Baby style. Then an hour later she is the sweetest little angel again and I feel ashamed for ever comparing her to Rosemary’s Baby.

In short, her behavior is normal and completely age appropriate. It’s me that has the problem dealing with it. But isn’t that why God invented pharmaceuticals?

Just look at that face. How can you not fall in love with something that cute? There is no shortage of the cuteness in this house.

She absolutely loves her “Bubba,” and he’s crazy about her as well. Lord help her when the boys start calling the house.

(Please don't tell me she needs a haircut. Her daddy is on my case constantly about her hair. He doesn't understand that if we cut it, SOMEONE will have to style it in the mornings. And I'm usually doing good to style my own hair and get the kids dressed, so that leaves him. I know for a fact that he knows even less about styling another person's hair than I do, so he's not going to be a good candidate for that job either. So for now, I pull it back with a bow or a pony on top of the head. It's fast and easy and looks semi-ok-ish. You will note that in the picture above, it's just all loose and hanging in her face, and sometimes that just happens because she won't leave the pony tail or bow alone. Deal with it, daddy.)

Developmentally, she is awesome and able to communicate extremely well. She’s not afraid to wake me up at 2:30 in the morning to ask for a “cup” or “more milk.” If I ignore her, she will even throw in a “please.” Gotta love that! It makes it only slightly less annoying at 2:30am.

Happy birthday, sweet girl. Mommy loves you. (And she’s sorry for calling you demon spawn.)

Next up: Our new puppy


Blogger Rachel said...

Happy Belated Birthday to both of your kiddos! HOpe things are getting better with the puppy!

10:18 PM  
Blogger Shan said...

Did you just post this? I'm tre confused as to why I'm just now seeing it.
HAPPY EXTREMELY LATE B-DAY mini Missy. Can I say your name? She looks just like you! teehee

It's comforting when you say things like "Demon Spawn" about your own child. Some days can get a little Beelzebub-like around here as well. ;) That's all I'm saying.

I told Kimmy about my blog. Does she know of yours? She should.

10:22 AM  

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