I've been a mommy for two-and-a-half years. It does not seem possible that it's been that long. My first baby is no longer a baby, but fast becoming a little girl. Her long hair with baby ringlets at the ends that I refuse to cut. Her little voice telling us words and sentences. The funny things she repeats after she hears us say it. (She said "oh child of mine" the other day when Jonah managed to spill my no longer hot coffee on the floor.) Her love for her Care Bear and Strawberry Shortcake.
We love how she says "Come on, guys", and always, without fail, asks for "one more" after an episode of Strawberry Shortcake is over. If Jonah starts to fuss, she says "Jonah nap. Watch.", knowing that she gets to watch something while I'm putting him down. She's obsessed with her Frozen "princess dress", which gets worn on an almost daily and nightly basis.
Our Ellie loves to pretend talk on the phone, but has also had a couple of legit conversations with Daddy on the phone while he's at work. Whenever you ask her how old she is, she very assuredly responds with "three!" And when she counts, it's always "one, two, three, eight". When we read before bed she always wants one more, but a few nights she's so tired, she falls asleep while I'm reading to her.
one year old
two years old