High School, Pre-School, & Diapers: Two? Could it Be?!

Dear Emma Kate,
My oh my...you ARE two! How did this happen? It seems like just yesterday that you came into my life and changed it forever. I had always, always dreamed of having a daughter and you...my dear, are everything, and more, that I had always dreamed of. You light up my world in a way that no one else does.

I love this age because you have developed your own personality...and independence. Yes, you ARE independent! As my mom would say, "What goes around, comes around!" Well it's definitely comin' around!

Here's what you are up to these days...
You talk so much! I LOVE it! And there's barely ever any guess work anymore as to what you are trying to say. You recently changed your name for Dominic from "Doddy" to "Gick." You call Connor "Coco." (That's my fave!) You call Aunt Shawna, "ShaSha" and Harley, "YaYa." Another favorite of mine is your name for Libby...you roll your tongue in a way that sounds somewhat like, "Lou-a-Lou-a-Lou-a-Lou-a." And your name for yourself..."Kates!"
You love to sing and dance. I NEED to get some video of you rockin out in the car. You do have some rhythm! Your favorite song is "Cookie Bakers." But you will only dance to songs that have a really fast tempo...good dance songs.
You are really "into" Dora (aka "DoDo.) You love to watch her show and this phase has lasted quite awhile. In the mornings you climb up on the couch with your blankie and "doggie" asking for "DoDo" and "Milk!" Daddy thinks this is really funny because when he was a boy he would climb up on the couch and yell, "Chock!" (For chocolate milk) in the same way that you ask for your milk.

You love everything that has to do with babies and acting like a mommy. I think this picture says it all in the "mommy" department...

Another love of yours is the bath...again...the apple does not fall far from the tree! When we mention "bath" we have to spell it out like we have to spell out "w-a-l-k" when Libby is around. As soon as you hear "bath" you go running upstairs yelling, "Baff, Baff." Everytime we change your clothes you also ask for a "Baff."

You are such a happy and playful girl. But boy do you know what you want! And you're not afraid to let EVERYONE know it!

As your second year comes to a close and we embark on your third, I think about what a responsibility it is to be a mother to a daughter, and how different my roll is with you than that with your brothers. I have the responsibility of showing you how to be a good mother, a good wife...to be successful in anything you set your mind to...to accept yourself for who you are and how God made you...to pick yourself up when you fall...that it's ok to ask for help...and be thankful, so thankful for the many things and people that the Lord blesses you with...the list goes on and on.

I thank the Lord everyday for bringing you into my life and I pray that I am always just as much of a blessing to you as you have been to me.

Life gets so busy and time goes so quickly, that it brings tears to my eyes to think of a day when you are too big to come jump in my lap and snuggle.

But until that time, I will continue to study this little face and try to memorize each and every detail. I will continue to pray over you and your future, in hopes that no matter what you do, you know that you are loved by God. (I will continue to pray that eventually some nice thick hair will come in on that precious little head of yours!)