It's been one-year today since you came into the world so strongly and quickly that I felt I should warn the doctor, "There's something coming out of me!" From a 6-month ear infection, to steak and pizza with only two bottom teeth, to a 5-year-old brother whose specialty is "tough love," nothing has slowed you down. Even sleep had to sneak up on your joyful and curious determination for the first 10-months! I can tell by the twinkle in your eyes and the dimple on your right cheek the exact moment when a new plan for mischief pops into your head. But then you raise your arms toward me and form your lips into an "O," your whole body stretching up and wanting to be held close. I can't resist. Your natural beauty is stunning; you don't need the lace you've torn off dresses and the barrettes ripped out of your hair. You make everyday an adventure in life. I can't wait to see what you have in store this year!
My picture of hell: one soggy rainy day, two healthy energetic children, three solid days of DVDs, one dog that needs to pee but refuses to get wet, and me. Alone with the carnage and contracted to get 4 hours of work done. And just to frost the cake, Lucie can take off her pooy diaper now, which delights us all, but especially the dog, to no end. These days it is sort of a toss up for who has left the pile on the carpet. Lucie? Dog? The fact that it landed on top of a princess high heel is good indication the culprit was of the two-legged, shoe-loving, Oreo-eating variety, which makes it only slightly less disgusting to remove behind a 28-ply Kleenex. Pray for sunshine.
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