Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Sunday, January 09, 2011
Two
Happy birthday, Sweet Lucy Jane! I can't believe it's already been two years since you were a tiny five-pound preemie in the NICU. You've come a long way...
You're very determined and very stubborn (it has been said that you get that from me). You're vocabulary has been exploding lately and you use full sentences. There are still times when I can't understand what you're saying, and you get pretty frustrated. I try to just say something generic like, "Oh, really? Yeah..." but you see right through me and won't stop until I know exactly what you are saying. Jack is often your translator--for some reason he can understand about everything you say.
You like to eat. Often. And a lot. "I hungee, Mama." But you're pretty picky. No sandwiches, no vegetables. You love to dip things in ketchup.
Jack watches out for you. You two play well together about 30% of the time. He drives you crazy the other 70%. But you light up when you see him in the morning.
I think you're going to be girly. You love to wear dresses, carry purses, and put on lipstick (thank you, Aunt Kimmy).
Your dad and I were so excited to have a little girl. I love your sweetness and I love your determination. I love everything about you. Happy happy birthday, Goose.
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