Oh, my sweet, smart, beautiful big girl. What a good sister you are: so patient when Chloe pulls your hair, such a good help, so funny and silly and creative. I love how you collect things of similar sizes and shapes--like marbles and wooden peas--and put them in containers that you tote with you all over, proclaiming that "the marbles need to be with me because they need their mommy and I am their mommy." I love the way you get concerned when someone or something on tv is sad. I love the way your little brows knit when you are trying to remember something, or think of an excuse. I love how you leave your room at bedtime, after you are supposed to be in bed, and stand in my doorway fabricating excuses for being up ("I have a secret to tell you!" or "Ummmmmmm...make sure if you go downstairs, that's just for a minute.") I love how you console your sister, singing her songs about not being sad. I love how when you are in time out, you sing about being in time out. You are the light of my life, little big girl and I adore you to the moon and back.
To my gorgeous, happy, glorious baby: what a joy it is to take care of you, to be your Mama. You have the ability to make me laugh no matter what kind of mood I'm in. Your blue eyes, your wide smile, your hysterical giggle--I can't keep away from your warm neck, your slightly stinky feet, or the upside down C that makes up your belly button. You roll everywhere, my little rolly polly bug; you laugh all the time, at everything. You adore your big sister, love being with her. But it's your Mama you crave the most: you check me out all the time, grab my shirt and stick your head down it, eye me up. Your dad sings songs about you to me as you stare at me: "Don't you always feel like..someone is watching you?" and "Private eyes, are watching you, they see your every move..." You are just learning to sit up and soon you will be crawling--you can heft yourself up on your knees and hands and rock back and forth. I love you, baby, so much.
Here's to 2009. Thanks, as usual, for reminding me what's what. These two keep me going, in all ways that matter. I hope you have things that keep you going, and that you keep them warm, and close to your heart.