Deux

This is the morning you were born. A character from the start.

At the beginning you were so content.

And then you formed an opinion on everything, and it usually ended this.

We loved you anyway.

You started getting so big.

This is the moment I realized you weren't an infant anymore.

And then you went and turned one on me. You were pleased.

You really liked your cake. A lot.

And Elmo. Oh, how you loved Elmo.

You started to look just like the Gerber Baby.

And all of a sudden there was a ton of sister love.

Some copying....

And a whole lot of following.

There were many early mornings where you and I both looked like this, unfortunately.

You like to frolic in the sand.

When I leave your hair alone it does this.

You've played hard.

You've gotten very goofy.

You've posed for pictures.

And now you've turned 2

My dearest Philippa, there aren't enough words to describe you.

You're rarely an angel, always a handful, you make me laugh so hard I have contractions, and a minute later you will have me wanting to pull my hair out. You're so independent, loving and snuggly only before you fall asleep, and the rest of the time you would like everyone to get out of the way, thankyouverymuch. You love dogs and you dance to music and occasionally you acknowledge that you have siblings by playing with them for a few minutes. You love water and I'm pretty sure you're going to turn into a fish soon, because your favourite thing to do is splash around in the dogs water bowl. It's a good thing the dogs like you.

We like you too. A lot.

~Mama, Daddy, Theo, Sera, and Baby~