Today, my youngest child turned two years old. Somewhere between sorting her brother for his upcoming school start and traveling across the world, my baby grew up. In my head, she was still my baby girl. (she always will be of course) but saying it out loud to people under two to me is still a baby. Two years old just sounds too grown up for her yet. I want to keep her as young as possible as she is my last baby. Slowly the baby things in the house are going away and I wasn’t ready for it. It crept up on me and I am now scrambling to savor every moment I can because it won’t be long before she is in school herself and let’s not mention empty nest symptom.
MM’s birthday is always a little comical to us in terms of what day it is actually on. Since we are celebrating in the states it’s really on the 25th if you go by the time she was actually born but in the UK it’s on the 26th. My childhood best friend and I both went into a labor the same day and I had MM three hours before her daughter, K, and yet K’s birth certificate says the 25th and MM’s says the 26th. We are forever saying how they will grow up together (as we spend our summer’s here) and arguing over who really is older. Or maybe that’s just us parents thinking how crazy it all is as we weren’t supposed to even have our girls on the same day with her being really late and me being really early. I think the girls had other ideas in their head already and they figured they would be life long besties like their mothers so why not be born on the same day. So we spent time to celebrate K’s birthday too and then MM’s. She may have really celebrated it for two days straight but I see no harm in getting two birthdays.
We woke up on the 26th with cake and pressies ready. It wasn’t a huge celebration as we have family coming up next week from all over for B’s & MM’s joint circus birthday party. But we wanted to do something special with just the immediate family. It wasn’t even 9 am before I was letting her blow out candles and dive into her cake with a fork and no restrictions. Mr P may have got jealous and grabbed a fork to jump in too. I have never seen her squeal so hard as she did the first few bites of cake. She didn’t back down either as we don’t normally allow cake and sweets, she tucked into it like it was her life line while we all sat back, laughing. It was her birthday so she was entitled to it. I couldn’t stop laughing that she had to dress the diva part and wear her sunglasses in the house while we sang Happy Birthday to her. I think she actually had them on all day. It was almost like she knew we were celebrating her and paying extra attention to her.
After our cake breakfast, we got our swimsuits on and we spent the entire day splashing in the pool, playing in the playhouse and jumping through the sprinkle. The sun was shining hot and bright for us and we spend some good old fashion family time. Phones and cameras were hidden in the house and we even had a full on water fight with the hose adults and kids all involved, I think Papa started it too, at 73 he still is such a big kid. These are the best memories, the best ways to celebrate any special occasion in my eyes. I will cherish this day we have spent together for my daughter’s birthday forever. You don’t need huge parties, or fancy presents to make a birthday so very special. MM was completely satisfied with her Elsa and Anna hooded beach towel and that’s all she got for her birthday from us and she was so grateful. I love spoiling my kids but I also want them to appreciate the small better things in life.
I looked over at my beautiful girl stuffing her face and I thought back to the very moment I found out I was having a girl. That moment cannot be explained, one I wanted so badly (not that I don’t love my son) but to complete our family. As soon as I heard she was a girl, I looked forward to the future and the girlie things we would get up to. I grew up in a family of mostly boys and I was ecstatic that there was finally going to be a little princess in the mix. If she decided she wanted to a tomboy like her momma was that was ok but it turns out she is even more girlie than her momma has become. She loves her dresses, dolls, hair accessories and wearing her diva sunglasses prancing around the garden and the house like she owns it. She is every bit what I envisioned it would be like having a daughter and more.
I love the way she sees the world so innocently still and loves with all her heart. Her brother and her are two peas in a pod on most days and they have a beautiful bond that is forever growing. I really do feel like our family was complete when I brought her home.
It wasn’t long before I was thinking how fast those first baby months went with her and how busy our lives have been the last two years. I keep promising myself that I will slow down and take life in because otherwise it passes us by too quickly and we are wishing for it all back.
In the last two years, MM has crawled, walked, talked, and now is learning new things on a daily basis. Her voice has gone from a baby cry to a little squeaky girl voice. My once bawled baby has curls coming in fast and thick. It’s truly amazing and a blessing to watch her change and grow up before our very eyes.
I love that lately her personality is really coming out and she isn’t as likely to copy but do her own thing now and make her own decisions if she likes something or not. She has a sense of style already that I never had and still don’t. I can tell it won’t be long before she is dressing me and telling him how to wear my hair. And even though I am devastated that the baby days are over I can’t wait for the next chapter to begin.
HAPPY 2ND BIRTHDAY MISSY MOO!
To my little angel, thank you for enriching our lives and being the best daughter anyone could ever ask for. I have more than enjoyed our first two years together and I am excited for the present and the future to come. We love you so very much from the bottom of our hearts. I hope you have enjoyed your special day.