"I Was Born Today"

Little Bear,

This morning when you realized it was your birthday you bounded out of bed, stood up proud and tall and proclaimed to me, "I bigger!"  Then you said, "Look, Mommy, look what I can do" then you jumped and clapped your hands at the same time.  How marvelous to be three.



The truth is that the date of your birthday has always held a special place in my heart as it is my mommy, your Beba's birthday as well.  You were very excited to tell people that you share a birthday with your Beba and to sing Happy Birthday to her this morning.

I think maybe as a mother a child's birthday is a little different than it is in the view of everyone else. At least for me it is, it is not just a day a celebrate as the day you entered into our world, but it stands for me as a reminder of my strength, my perseverance, and quite honestly, plain old survival!  As I write this blog, it is lunchtime.  Right about the time three years ago when your Beba--foregoing all ideas of celebration--was driving me from the doctor's office to the hospital "for further observation" because things just "weren't right" with me.  I don't think I will ever forget the relief I felt at having all those monitors hooked to me and having a nurse tell me that you were doing fine.  This was mixed with the terrifying visit from the doctor on duty (who was AMAZING) that I was not fine and in fact the time had come, it was absolutely necessary that you be born on that day, as soon as possible.

So much has happened in three years, it is hard to wrap my mind around.  I look at you and you are so big, so tall and beautiful.  No matter how much parents prepare to bring their babies home, you just truly have no idea what you're doing.  I second guessed everything--how to swaddle you, how to change your diaper (those first weeks with the horrible diaper rash were rough), how to feed you, how to leave you to go to the bathroom, how to sleep! Now here we are and I still have not figured out how to go to the bathroom in peace! But, I have fully embraced the "sleep when the baby sleeps" method.

Kemper, you bring us such joy.  Even when these days are long and hard.  Even when we have meltdowns over nap time and battles of will over using the potty.  Even when all you'll eat are gummies and mac & cheese for breakfast....you bring us so much joy.  You sing and dance around the house without a care in the world.  You tell us about your great days at school and make us laugh with your imaginative spirit.  You demand that we chase you, tickle you, and sit with you on the couch.  When you tell us that you love us, or wrap our legs in a surprise hug, it is as if the world swells in order to hold all of the blessing that you are in our lives.  In those moments the rest of adulthood melts away and there is only you in your perfect innocence.


As we close this chapter of your life (year two was not so terrible) and move into being three I am thankful for our recent adventures.

• You've adjusted to a new preschool and bonded with your teachers and new friends.  You've loved music, soccer shots, and bricks for kids after school.  
• You've enjoyed fun days at the cabin in North Carolina and embraced special time with your family in the last few weeks.  
• You've spent hours at the playground as the days have grown longer and warmer, and even enjoyed some time in your kiddie pool.  
• You've had your first encounter with giraffes and other wildlife at the Safari Park, a fun adventure for us to celebrate your birthday.  

Thank you for being such a great kid.  Thank you for forgiving us on our worst days, when tempers are short.  Thank you for reminding us of the simple beauty in the world; where bugs, flowers, and bubbles reign supreme.  Thank you for inviting us to play, whether it be Paw Patrol or racing cars, you make life fun.    We love you so very much, as you know. 

Love, 

Mommy

Almost Three

Son,


A month away and your "threenager" is already showing.  I've watched my wise and wonderful Hollins mama's reach three before me....and I've been waiting to witness firsthand just what they have meant by having a threenager.  I suspect that it is your age and development combined with the adjustments to your new preschool and schedule that have quite honestly made you beastly on many occasions the last few weeks.  We've had to put you in time out far more than we'd like, and Daddy and I had a long conversation last weekend so that we would be on the same page about where we thought you were and how we wanted to handle it when situations arose that needed addressing.  In simple terms, you aren't listening very well and defiance has reared its ugly head.  I imagine you reading this blog when you are older, maybe when you turn 18...and the descriptions I am giving you of selective hearing and defiance, as well as our attempts to get through to you, will sound eerily familiar.

Despite these challenges, we've had a pretty good month of adventures.  You are enjoying your new preschool and making new friends.  I've been told that you just fit right in and are a great participant in class activities.  It has been fun to watch you interact with others and get excited about music, crafts, and after school activities.  We have you doing Soccer Shots and Bricks 4 Kidz after school two days a week.  You really enjoy these opportunities.  You had a great surprise when the first teacher you remember from Montessori school, Ms. Becca, came to lead your Bricks 4 Kidz activities. It warmed my heart after the first week to hear you say, "I like my new school Mommy, I not scared anymore."  Little did we know that the following week you would be absolutely terrified of the Easter bunny!  I mean full on red-faced sobbing and shaking.  It never occurred to me that the Easter Bunny's presence at your school egg hunt would be an issue.  Another nice thing about being right there in the building-I had come down to go with you for your egg hunt but instead we went upstairs and you accompanied me to staff meeting until things returned to normal downstairs.  You did well going back to class the next day, but we have heard a lot about the Easter bunny since then.  Of course, you had no problem getting Easter treats and baskets anyway.

Early on in the month you had some major Boys Club with Daddy. I had to be away one night for work so you guys did the manly bonding.  It sounded like you had so much fun playing in the yard and racing cars all around the house.  You also rocked your beanie that Grams made for you, one just like Daddy's.

We've had some fun exploring the Roanoke Valley too.  Over Easter weekend Daddy went to help Papa Bass and Grams at their cabin and we had to stay home for Mommy to work on Sunday.  We visited two different playgrounds in the area and had a breakfast treat at Krispy Kreme.  You tackled big slides and new equipment with great zeal.  We also had dinner with Papa, Beba, Great Jane & Great Tom, and cousins Jason, Heather and Taylen.  It was nice to spend a little time with our extended family.  All of these adventures made the time pass quickly while Daddy was away.  We also went to a playground with Dalton over spring break and had a picnic. You were so happy to see one another and played well together.

We've had two opportunities to visit the new cabin your grandparents own in North Carolina.  The car rides aren't easy for you but I think you quickly forget that when you arrive.  It is a beautiful setting in the mountains, a fun place where you can ride your tricycle in laps on the wrap around porch, throw stones in the creek, and play on a cool tree-house like playground. On our most recent trip you were obsessed with the new ping pong table (you're pretty good at hitting the ball, and chasing them around the room).  You were also fascinated by the popcorn machine.  You seem to get dirtier there, but also sleep harder in your big bunk-bed, complete with a huge stuffed bear which perfectly matches the bear theme of your room.  Last weekend we got to stay with Papa and Grams and also see Aunt Meredith, Uncle Nick, and Great Ray.  At the end of the trip when I asked you your favorite thing about the cabin you said, "Aunt Meredith and Uncle Nick came."  Again, melt my heart.  

I am looking forward to more adventures to come for us this spring and summer as we adjust to a new normal with preschool and summer schedules. I am especially excited about Friday morning, your preschool is hosting a "Donuts For Dad" day at school so you will get to show Daddy your new classroom.   I am praying for lots of fun times ahead as you continue to learn and grow every day.  We absolutely adore you.  You are our pride and joy.

So much love,
Mommy

P.S. Stop giving away all your sugars to Grams, it makes it hard for me to get any kisses! ;)

Biggest Challenge: Potty training-peeing on cheerios is the new incentive at home.
Biggest Success: Going into your class with no tears.
New Favorite Thing: Paw Patrol, Cookie Monster & Cookie Tree Book
Biggest Aversion: The Easter Bunny
Favorite Foods: Still strong on Mac & Cheese, Cheesy Toast, Apple Juice
New Thing to Say: "Hey, hey, hey Mommy/Daddy, Look at this!"

Mighty Rushing Wind

Kemper,

I am not entirely sure where the month of March has gone.  I keep waiting for that big winter snow but Spring is here, it was here a month ago! You have enjoyed learning the Star Spangled Banner at school and we have loved hearing you sing it. You have "grown out of paci."  This may have taken some deception on our part...but it is done!  Also, you've learned your full name- William Kemper Mitchell-and are proud to say so.  Now you ask me what everyone's full name is in the family.    You're still in pull-ups and not entirely sold on using the potty at home yet.  We keep working, trying different things.

One big shift for you was transitioning to a big boy bed!  For the first few nights you rolled out of bed onto a strategically placed body pillow, but since then you have been fine!  In fact, you are really good at going to bed and staying in it, even when you wake up in the morning.  I hope I won't jinx our luck by saying so.



We've had fun times at the playground, church dinners, and playing in the backyard with daddy.  You've spent some time with both grandparents.  A few weeks ago you went bowling with Papa Bass and Grams for the first time. You really enjoyed it, you stole everyone else's turn!  Every once in a while you will say, "I miss bowling."  You spent last weekend at Papa and Beba's house. You got to meet the new puppy, Becca, and I think you two hit it off.  We are so very blessed to have our family close by.   We haven't really tried to explain it to you yet, but Papa Bass and Grams will be moving to Harrisonburg this summer for Papa Bass to work in a new church. It isn't terribly far away, but after two years of having them just across town, this will be a big change.  They have also bought a mountain house in NC for the family.  We know you will love it and look forward to taking you there soon.  

Other big changes are coming your way.   Next week you will begin attending Covenant Presbyterian Preschool.  This was a big decision for us--one that I have thought over multiple times but this time it seemed like the right move to make.  I am looking forward to having you right in the building with me.  I think you will enjoy being in a class with only children your same age and having more creative play and craft time. You will also have some fun after school activities to do, like Soccer Shots and Bricks 4 Kids.  I hope having more afternoon time at home will make the move easier.   I know this will be another difficult transition to you to make; especially since you are finally adjusting to the new classroom with older children at your current school.  We are committed to maintaining your relationships with the closest friends you've made. I think separating you from them is the hardest part for me.

Tonight I caught a glimpse of the man I believe you will grow up to be.  We were at the playground and you insisted that we walk around the 2 x 4 beams that circle the perimeter of the playground.  You love to walk along and balance on them.  I was supposed to walk behind you.  When you came to part of the wood where it was splintered away, you turned and held my hand to help me step over the broken part, "Here you go, Mommy."  May you always be so kindhearted, thoughtful, and compassionate.   Not only to me (but yes, Lord, please to me) but to every person you encounter.  

Love you so much,

Mommy

70 degrees in February

Kempy,

The last month or so has been filled with both trials and triumphs.  You've been adjusting to a new classroom at school. While most mornings are tearful at drop off they have improved a little bit each day.  When you get picked up from school you always say, "I had a great day!" You like having a few friends from your previous class who have also moved up into the older group, but you very much miss your closest friends, Maya and Dalton.  You are getting better at putting your own shoes on and enjoy visiting the class pet, a lizard named Captain Pickles.   You also continue to go potty at school regularly, but you've fallen behind a bit on that at home.  The big boy undies didn't last very long this morning.  I trust you won't go to high school in pull ups :)

You were able to have a play date with Dalton a few weeks ago. So much to explore at Dalton's house! I am glad you have made such sweet friends at school.  Over Valentine's day you exchanged valentines with your friends, and Maya sent you a plush love bug, so precious.  You were also given a tiny little Paw Patrol Puzzle, which is all you played with for two days.  It is now getting worn out and we will likely have find you another puzzle.

Last weekend you had boys club with Daddy while I was away at Presbytery meeting.  It seems like lots of fun was had playing out in the yard and pulling all of your toys out into the living room.  It doesn't look that much different today!


The weather has been beautiful.  Completely opposite from this time two years ago when we were snowed in, it is has been in the 70s this week.  Trees and flowers are blooming! We've had some fun outdoors and at the playground. A little bit of sunshine goes a long way in the winter months.

You seem to talk more every day! I think you are growing taller by the minute.  We took away your high chair, but you may need a booster seat, you like getting up at meals a bit too much.

You've said some funny things, so I'll leave you with those.

Thanks for keeping us laughing, kid.  We love you.

Mommy

Me: Kemper...(warning tone)
K: sorry mommy, I just gotta run!

In the car, K pretending his truck can fly.
K: it's pastor man!
Me: You mean like super man?
K: yeah, it's pastor man!
Me; I'll take it.

It's A Boy!

My dear son,

Three years ago today, around the time that I am writing this blog, your father and I saw you on an ultrasound screen and discovered that we were going to have a son.  I sat there somewhat in shock, I suppose from the sheer miracle of the whole thing, while your dad prepared to begin telling everyone via text before the goop was even washed from the swell of my belly.  Your dad's Facebook post that day was perfect and in jest, "Look out world, here comes a ladies' man."    On this day, in 2017 there is a lot of emotion swirling around in our country and our world.  So while my most immediate pride in you this day comes from your ability to use the potty at home this week (yay!), I've been thinking this morning about the pride I know I will continue to have in you as you grow into a boy, a teenager, and a grown man. 

Son, you were born in the United States of America.  This gives you rights and privileges that people from other countries risk life and limb to come here to experience.  Also, you are a white male born in America, which means you will undoubtedly experience privileges solely due to your gender, class, and the color of your skin.  This isn't a fault, this isn't your fault.  It simply is the truth that has been passed down through the history of our country and culture for generations.  I hope when you are old enough to be reading and reflecting on these blogs I write to you, you will be able to say, "that's not fair."  Quite right my son.  While I hope that in those years to come the state of humanity will improve, I dare say it will be up to your generation to turn this ship around. 

Son, you were born during the administration of our 44th President, Mr. Barack Obama.  He was the first African American to be elected as President.  Your father and I voted for him in both of his terms.  Our dear friend Jeremy told me yesterday that he hoped I would remind you of that and what it means for you and so many other people.  President Obama was not a perfect man, he was not the perfect president, there is no such thing.  I don't pretend to understand a lot about politics and policies.  But I do think, in my brief time on earth, understand a little bit about integrity.  I believe that this man is one of the highest integrity.  He fought for equal rights for the people of our nation.  He made it legal for people to marry who they love, he championed the idea that health care should be accessible for all people. He fought to protect women's rights to make decisions for their own bodies.  Along with his incredible wife, Michelle, he sought to improve educational opportunities for children.   In his eight years as president, there were no scandals from the first family.  They protected their daughters from scrutiny and sought to keep their lives as normal as possible.  It is said that the president had dinner with his family almost every night.  I admire that so much.  

In November of 2016, your dad and I took you with us to vote for the next president.  For the first time in history, a female was a candidate for President.  That is amazing.  I hope and pray that by the time you are eligible to vote, having individuals who are of different ethnicities, and having females on the ballot will be commonplace.  What you will read in your history books at school is that this female, Senator Hillary Clinton, did not serve as our 45th president.  But, she did win the popular vote in this country and that speaks volumes.  We cannot forget that. 

Yesterday, we watched the inauguration of the first president you will remember, Mr. Donald Trump.  When you start elementary school, this man will in all likelihood be in office.   I hope that your history books will be able to paint a true picture of his administration that is far better than the one I am fearful of in my heart.  I hope and pray that the ways in which I feel our country is taking steps backwards in equality, freedom, and safety will not come to pass.  I truly pray that our country will not only survive, but thrive.  Because I respect the office of the president, the history of our democracy, and I want you to grow up in a place that you can be proud of.   I say this because I saw this man run a campaign that revealed his character to be less than worthy of the office.  I suspect that he preyed upon the dissatisfied people in our country with empty promises that he cannot keep.  He has stirred up bigotry, racism, and sexism in the American people in ways that make me want to weep. Many people I love and respect voted for President Trump, and for many their personal concerns regarding health care, or economic and job security were valid and important to them. So while I know that many people do not hold the same apparent tendencies towards all the "ism's" I saw President Trump portray;  I do know that many, many people in our country whose skin is not white, whose gender is not male, whose religion is not Christianity, live in true fear.  A fear that you and I will never fully grasp.  By putting this type of person in a position of power, it normalizes the behavior and reflects to the rest of the world that we are a country that condones it. 

Today.  Today your Aunt Meredith is joining in on the Women's March on Washington.  I am so proud of her.  She marches with women all over the world who believe in standing up for not only equal treatment of women, but of all people, regardless of who they love, the color of their skin, or where they were born.  She marches because, much like the time of the civil rights movement, many people in our country see the need for peaceful protest, in order that together we might make a difference.  Let me be clear--in that kind of peacefulness, exercising the right to protest--I see hope.  In violent rioting in the streets, there can be no help, only destruction and pain. 

Son, it is my highest goal in life that we, your family, will raise you to be a man of integrity and humility.  As you are born in the richest country in the world, and a white male at that, I hope that we can help you keep your eyes open to the automatic power that this gives you and how you can use that power to serve those who have not been afforded the same chances as you.  I expect you to see all people as equal in the eyes of God.  God is the creator of all things and all people.   I hope and pray that you will form bonds with people based on their character, their hearts and minds and not the color of their skin.  That you will respect the varied historical and cultural experiences from which people are born and raised.  I will strive to teach you about other religions and to introduce you to different cultures, so that you may be educated and respect the values of others. You will respect women.  This is not a hope, this is a truth.  You cannot be my son and behave any other way.  A woman's body is hers.  A woman's mind is hers.  A woman's heart is hers.  Your father and your grandfathers, your uncle,  will have instilled that believe in you by example. I hope you will see the truth that love is love.  I don't know what the future will hold for you and a partner in all aspects of life, but male or female, I hope you know love. And I hope you will protect the rights of all other people to love whom they choose and have the same rights and protections that you do.  I hope you will strive to be a peacemaker and a dreamer of dreams. 

As I watched the inauguration yesterday, the Beatitudes were read from the gospel of Matthew.  "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.  Blessed are those who mourn for they will be comforted.  Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.  Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.  Blessed are the pure in heart for they will see God. blessed are the peacemakers for they will be called children of God.  Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.  Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you, or say all kinds of evil against you because of me. Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you."   These words being read to a crowd of people who would have put themselves in the place of the persecuted and the pure in heart...seeing before them one who, if the theology of the day was to be interpreted correctly, was placed there in God's favor.  But I have not seen, in this man, a reflection of Jesus Christ's teachings in his behavior.  Let me also say here, I do not feel it is necessary for a President of the US to be Christian; but if he claims to be Christian, I expect him to uphold the teachings of Christ.  The beatitudes list for us the very character and nature of Jesus.  Jesus, the man, the Savior, who told us the greatest commandment is to "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, and mind. And to love your neighbor as yourself."  LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR AS YOURSELF!   Maybe the message of the scriptures yesterday wasn't meant to be heard well just by those standing on the mall, but for the people today who march on Washington.  For the people today, who live in fear, and whether they are Christian or not, needed to hear some encouragement....blessed are the peacemakers. 

Franklin Graham, in a poor reflection on the theology of God, said that rain was a sign of God's blessing as the rain fell on Washington.  It isn't the rain that signals blessing, its God's bow in the clouds--a war bow, placed there by God as a sign of peace between him and the earth, and the many colored rainbow that shines after the storm, to remind us of God's steadfast covenant with us. It is what is reflected through the rain, LIGHT, with all its rich and varied colors, that reminds us of blessing.  So, whether you grow up to be a preacher's kid that studies the Bible and attends a Christian church; or you become one who follows another faith, or chooses not to practice at all--I hope you can stand upon the lessons that can be given to us by Christ; to honor all people, that in doing so honors something far greater than yourself. 

May you do justice, love kindness, and walk humbly with your God. 

Love,
Mom

"Santa! And Rudolph!"

K--

It's been Christmas here, pretty much since Thanksgiving! We had a lovely Thanksgiving together with all your grandparents and Uncle Ray.  While we stuffed ourselves with delicious food you basically wanted to get up and play. The weather was nice enough that afternoon for a visit to the Duck Pond with Papa Tate and Beba.  Grams gave you an awesome nativity set made out of cloth (indestructible) and a set of Lincoln Logs.  We spent several days building farm houses so you could put the animals from the nativity in their fences. It is amazing to see your imagination come alive.  One of my favorite moments was hearing you sing, "Old MacDonald" while building your farm.

Before things got too crazy for Christmas at work, I took time to put up the Christmas decorations one day while you were at school (That was the first time, we had to redo it a few weeks later when all the lights went out on the tree). On the way home that evening you were so thrilled to see people's decorations.  You would exclaim, "there's decorations, that's exciting!"  You were so surprised when we got home, "That's Christmas tree in my house!"  Needless to say, I've spent the last month saying, "Don't touch the village!" and "Get off the tree!"  But to be fair, not always fussing at you, Sirius did plenty.


You've spent lots of time playing with Grams and Papa Bass, who took you to visit Santa.  You also visited at Papa and Beba's house a few times, playing with your cars and racetrack until you wore yourself out.  Papa Tate built you a new stool for the bathroom so you're really into washing your hands and happier to brush your teeth.  You have done well at school and seem to be quite happy, especially on music and spanish days.  But, mornings have been difficult as you do not want to leave the house to actually go to school.  We've been home for four days now, so we will see what tomorrow will bring when it is time to go back to school.


We celebrated Christmas with the Mitchell's first.  You got the present opening bug! The Zoo and Daniel Tiger Trolley Car were a big hit.  You have yet to stop playing with them. You liked your Zoo from Aunt Mert and Uncle Nick so much, they ordered you some more animals and a train to go with it, which you opened Christmas Day.


On Christmas Eve, you and Daddy came to the early, family oriented service at church.  This was your first experience staying in worship since you were really small.  As a pastor's kid, I think you believe you own the place.  So, after wrapping yourself all around me while doing a baptism, and then beating on the drum set, you were a live wire when we were trying to tell the nativity story on a flannel board with all the other children.  I wonder what life will be like when you outgrow the nursery?

Santa (and Rudolph, because they are an inseparable team) was good to you.  You got a new train set, a soccer ball, and Daniel Tiger's house under the tree.  That's in addition to the other books and toys to be found there.  After church we went down to Papa Tate and Beba's house for Christmas with the rest of the family.  You got power tools and puzzles, cars, and bath toys.  You keep showing us things and saying, "that really cool!"  You are loved by so many, son.  The hugs and kisses are the best part.

 

Today there is no work and no school.  We can all enjoy some quiet time beneath the Christmas tree.  That quiet being punctuated by the sound of a toddler's chain saw and the whistle of an animal train.   It looks like  a bomb exploded in our living room.  But, it won't be like this forever so I try to cherish every second.  Even the difficult ones, if I can remember.

 

You continue to grow taller.  You continue to use more and more words.  You continue to be independent and honestly, a little bossy.  But 90% of the time you are super cute while doing it.

We adore you,

Mommy

2.5

Kemper,

You're two and a half, TWO AND A HALF!  This blows me away.  Every day you look less like a toddler and more like a little boy.   You are growing taller and more independent each moment. This month has been a blur of warm days and leaves changing.  We've tried to enjoy some of your favorite things, the playground especially, before it becomes too cold.

I suspect the most fun we've had in the last month was Halloween, since you still ask me each day on the way home from school, "hal-weeeen?"  You were a terrific little pirate and Daddy and I enjoyed walking the neighborhood with you and going over to Papa Bass and Grams.  The best part is that you didn't really remember the candy you collected (wasn't too much) so I've been able to put it away and snack on it when needed. :)

You had a very good report from school a few weeks ago. You are a great kid and fun to have in class according to your teacher (we know).  You and your buddy Dalton tend to distract each other with silliness, but the way we see it, that's all part of having good friends.  We are so glad you play well with the other kids at school. You are very considerate and always help your friends up if they fall.  Compassion & empathy, both things the world desperately needs!  You're getting good at recognizing shapes and colors.  When you go to school some days you cry and don't want me to go, but when it comes time to pick you up, you don't want to leave your pals.

Time at church has been fun for you as well, you seem to enjoy being in Sunday School.  I love hearing you sing the songs Ms. Candace is teaching us.  I love hearing you sing any songs, actually.  It is just amazing to see your mind at work.  Even now you are singing Jingle Bells, the whole song! I don't even know how you know it all!

I sure do wish you'd go potty for us at home.  Last month you said you only go potty at Beba's house...but I think you gave up on that too.  Oh well, every time Daddy and I go potty we tell you we get a Marshmallow, but this has not enticed you yet. We continue to remind ourselves that no one graduates from high school in diapers.


favorite food: noodles
favorite thing to drink: apple juice
favorite thing to watch: animal george (the Curious George Movie) favorite animal: giraffes and lions

When asked tonight:
"What kind of animal are you?" Shark!
"What kind of animal is mommy today?" A...fish....
"What kind of animal is daddy?" A shark
This is awesome because in recent days I've been a Hippo and Daddy has been a duck.  We're moving up.


We are preparing for a few days with family for Thanksgiving. You've been out of school and had some fun with Papa & Beba and Daddy already this week.  Tomorrow we hope to go play with your cousin Bridget, who just turned two today! Daily I am reminded to be thankful because you bring so much joy and laughter in to our lives.  Even when we are sick and tired of being sick and tired, you bring us great happiness.

Thankful for these 2.5 years, that feel like only seconds have passed.  We love you and are so proud of the little person you are becoming!

Love,
Mommy