Birthday Girl

Today, our sweet (and sassy...ok, mostly sassy) Tirzah Shae turns 2! I cannot believe it's been two years, and yet like I always say, I cannot remember what life was like without her here. It seems like she's always been in our hearts, even before we knew she was coming.

She has grown up so fast already, wanting to do everything her big brother does. Including have milk in her cereal. (Um, no way, kid. I've seen what you do to DRY cereal. Maybe next birthday) Saying everything he says, doing everything he does. Including jumping off things that she should not be jumping off of, tumbling down the stairs, saying numbers and letters. She's so independent, but at the same time if I walk off without her chubby little hand in mine she will scream like nothing you've ever heard: "Mommy, HAND! Wake up!" (Which really means "wait up")

She seems a lot like her mommy, that independent, face-making, already somewhat sarcastic, in-charge little tomboy of a girl who still can't resist sparkly things and ponytails. She eats up her daddy's attention, and lives to make people laugh. Her lisp melts my heart, and we can't get enough of her crazy curls and dimples. She thinks she's hilarious, and we completely agree. (I am so glad you cannot see me sitting here sobbing...wow those pregnancy hormones are a killer. Ok, ok...I always cry writing birthdays posts.)

Our sweet baby girl, who's really not a baby anymore. You made us wait till 11:26pm on your due date to meet you, teasing us for a whole month with false labor. Even then you loved attention, and had to be different by actually being born on your due date. (Who does that?) You are so beautiful, inside and out. I hope that you always know that, and I hope that we never forget to tell you how precious a gift from God you are. Happy Birthday, Tizzy. We love you!

The first shot is my pick for The Paper Mama