I can’t believe it, but our baby is TWO.
Seriously. How is that possible?
So I began her birthday week like I begin ALL my kids’ birthday weeks, by sobbing over all their baby pictures and their birth stories (go ahead and read it and lament with me, please; solidarity and all that), over and over again because it’s GONE BY TOO STINKING FAST AND I NEED TO HOLD ON TO MY BABIES. Which I will continue to do well after they check me into the nursing home…. yes, I’ll be THAT old lady, going on and on with my toothless self from my wheelchair about how I have to go pick up my babies at school…
But enough about me… let’s talk about Susannah Joy, our greatest surprise, our family’s favorite toy.
She’s still on the tiny side, measuring in the 15th percentile, give or take. She’s quite the monkey, climbing EVERYTHING. Baby gates cannot contain her. And she’s the boy we never had; her favorite toys are balls (ESPECIALLY a volleyball), helicopters and cars, and anything outside. She LOVES, loves, loves ‘outside’ more than life itself, especially at her grandparents’ place with the goats and the oosters and kickens, and every time we’re outside, she’s right there, helping water the garden or stack firewood, and getting muddy from the inside of her ears to the undersides of her fingernails.
So when I try to make her wear a pretty dress and sit still for a picture, there’s this:
|I just put the big watermark on her face so nobody would turn her into a meme. You have to think of these things these days.|
|Oh, you want to take MY picture? Maybe if you can CATCH ME.|
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