2.5

I've seen people do this on blogs and I just couldn't help myself because I am aware every single day how fleeting this time is. So, excuse me or indulge me. Your choice.


C, you are two and a half now (and a few weeks by the time I got this posted).


You are beautiful. I can tell what the current weather is by your hair (straight vs. curly).


You are still constantly moving and you prefer to run just about everywhere. Your run is unique. There is a degree of flailing involved and sometimes it's on tip-toes. Your cheeks still jiggle a little when you run.

You're the toughest girly-girl I know. You love your tutu and twirling around and you can wear high heels far more competently than I can. At the same time, you love climbing and the rough and tumble and you're probably made of rubber because it takes a major booboo for you to even notice. You still can't throw a ball to save your life.


You love animals but are afraid of them at the same time. You love them from a comfortable distance.

You like to say, "Yee haw!" when you put on just about any hat.


You are bossy. You like to tell everybody what to do, but aren't terribly vigilant about following the rules yourself. Though, you will do a lot of things for a cookie or a lollipop.

You hate wearing shoes.

You love your friends. You are always talking about them and saving stuff for them or assigning things to give to them when they're not around. You love to chase them and laugh and laugh.

You usually get the hiccups when you've had a good laugh.

Your favorite foods are: ravioli, berries of any kind, olives, muffins, ice cream, bananas, milk. A lot of the time you'd rather not be bothered to sit down and eat though.

You are constantly talking and singing. Sometimes I'm allowed to sing with you, sometimes not.


You don't say "my buckleup" anymore. But, I love when you say, "I love you anyway too." just like Olivia.


You are the best. Love you.