I really can’t believe I have a two-year-old. It’s making me feel all old and funny. It amazes me how much Em has changed since she was 6 weeks premature 2 years ago. She’s learned to eat, sleep, roll, crawl, walk, talk, count to 10, sing songs, give high fives, hit, giggle, eat with a spoon, scribble, pound it, jump off stuff, walk up stairs, dance, smile, spin, throw a tantrum, throw a spoon, throw anything, and melt her mommy and daddy with a single glance. In the last 2 years all I’ve done is lose a bit of weight and win a reading contest. Makes me feel like an underachiever.
Emily,
You are more than I ever expected you to be, and I expected alot. You make me laugh until I cry and if I’m crying you make me laugh. You make me crazy with your two-year-old antics, but I understand you are two. Your comedic timing is perfect already. The things you say are hilarious. I love to watch you sleep whenever I have to wake you up extra early. I love tickling you and saying “thoup” or “noodle pop” so you’ll laugh. I love that you see Jesus in so many things even though you are young. I’m sure that you see angels. I love the way you pray for people and talk to Jesus. I hate giving you baths because you don’t like washing your hair, but I love that you are getting over that. I love that your daddy puts you to bed and it is just “you and daddy” time. I love that you hate having food on your fingers and make me wash them off every five seconds. I laugh at how manipulative you are to get your own way. I love that you love cheesy broccolizey, greeney beanys and meat. I love that you are easy going and not shy at all. I love that you love going to church. I love the smirk you get on your face when you are doing something bad. That same smirk your daddy gets when he’s about to win at cards or is thinking of something funny. I love that you have thick hair like me, but that you look so much like your daddy. I love that you sleep so well. I really enjoy reading books to you over and over and over. I’m so proud of you being able to go to Sunday school and daycare without a fuss. I miss you when I’m gone, but I love that you are so independent. I love that I was so scared to have a little girl, but I got you and wouldn’t have it any other way. I am so blessed to have you little Emily Grace. My daughter, the princess, the hockey chick, the cuteness. I love you and I’m looking forward to watching you grow and grow.
From 2 days old - 5lbs 13 oz
to 2 years old - 24lbs + attitude
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