My precious little girl. Today you turned 2 and I can hardly believe it.
After the birth of Ender, I look back at your delivery in a different way. Having a natural delivery (successful VBAC), the only one I'll ever be able to have, was such a gift. One you will probably not understand till you have kids of your own.
When you turned one you had already been walking for months, had already started sitting on the potty chair (while still wearing your diaper) and were a tiny little thing (that has not changed). Everywhere we go people call you "peanut" (you've been at the 3rd or lower percentile most of your life). You go nonstop and are always one step behind your brother.
In the last year your personality has really come to life. In the car you make up silly games. When given a treat you make sure everyone else has one before you eat yours. At dinner you ask daddy if he needs more pizza. When I bump into something you ask, "Mommy, you otay?" You speak in full, complex sentences. You've been totally potty trained for months. You love changing Ender's diaper. You insist on doing everything yourself - getting dressed, undressing, putting shoes and socks on, buckling your seatbelt. The things you are able to do yourself are quite impressive.