My delightful first born is less likely to be the subject of my blog posts as she ages, most notably because she's actually developed a decent brain to mouth filter and doesn't say things like, "MY MOMMY MADE A GIANT POOP!" to ladies in the grocery store at this point.
So, I hopped back to read through blog posts from the beginning. Here's the first where we introduced her to my humble little following.
They start out so, so small, don't they?
Her cheeks grew faster than the rest of her:
She grew to explore local gangs and got her first cold:
She turned one...
She started walking... and running
She became quite the little mommy, explored alternative bath places, developed a preference for a football team, and then she turned two...
She had questionable conversations on the phone with boys, she became a great big sister, almost had a throwdown with mommy, and developed quite a fashion sense
Then, she tortured my sleep and developed a penchant for dress-up
This was followed by her becoming an expert at procrastination, further refined her Beanisms, and became cousin to Joe Cool,
And faster than I was ready, she turned four...
Four brought an attempt at a foreign language, her looking WAY too old in my wedding veil,
A passion for dance, and nature,
And a host of other things that have me looking at her sometimes and wondering who took my baby and left this tiny girl with the huge personality.
And now? Now she's five.
A pretty little, big-hearted, smart as a whip, silly, passionate and compassionate, lover of animals, friend of anyone, thoughtful, laid-back, easy-to-please, decidedly more little girl than baby, delightful burst of five.
Happy birthday, sweet girl. You made me a mama.