Elizabeth turns 2!

(But not before I snuck a video of her stating her age at 1!)



I can hardly bear to admit it, but my baby turns two today. (Well, technically speaking, my baby hasn't yet been born. I'm referring to the one out of the womb.)

Two years ago today, our sweet Elizabeth decided she was finally ready to meet us, almost two weeks after her due date. She was good enough to wait until a very unusual ice storm had barely passed, and then leisurely made her entrance on her own time.

Our only mistake was not making 'Joy' a part of her name, because that's all she's brought to this family over the last two years. She's been the easiest baby imaginable, with a tender, compliant disposition and the most adorable sense of humor in any two year old I've ever met. She sleeps like a little champ (her usual waking time is 11 a.m.---I know, don't hate me). She rarely cries about anything, even when she gets hurt. She's usually content to be entertained by her siblings or putter around the house finding interesting things to examine. She says "yeth, Thir" (yes, Sir), even when she's not the one being reprimanded. She's been speaking in three and four word sentences for over a month, and repeats everything we say.

She's the most serious little pray-er, keeping her head bowed and her eyes closed until it's time for the "amen". She rarely forgets to say "thank you" when you give her something, do something for her, or compliment her. Ever since she was about a year old, she'd be the one to clap and cheer for her brother and sister when they said their memory verses, and now she's beginning to learn some for herself. And perhaps most endearing is the way she's constantly cracking us up--sometimes on purpose, sometimes without realizing anyone's looking. It's usually her hilarious faces, but often it's just the fact that she likes to roar or the way she gets so concerned about her brother "Dado". Or the fact that when someone sneezes she says "achoo" to them instead of "bless you". Or the way she just has to "boop bunton belly" (poke my belly button) when she sees it. And don't try to tell her she's tiny, because she'll point to you and retort, "No, you're tiny!"






The girl loves bath night, because she knows she can get her daddy to give her a lotion rub-down afterwards, and she makes sure to twist into position as she asks that he do her "back, too". When I rock her at night, she always requests that I sing "Frosty the Snowman", cracking up any time I get to the part about his button nose. She wakes up so happy, and I'll often hear her awake in her crib laughing at who-knows-what in the middle of the night.




Elizabeth, I know you'll soon be leaving your baby stage behind and trading it in for your little girl stage. You won't wobble so precariously when you try to walk quickly, because your adorable feet with tiny piggies are bound to get bigger. I'm sure you'll outgrow your first request of the morning, which is for me to carry your stuffed animals downstairs in the pockets of my robe. And your smoochable belly won't always look like you swallowed a canteloupe whole.

But your Daddy and I delight to think that we're just beginning to see glimpses of the little person the Lord has made in you. And I'm sure not a day will go by, as not one has since you were born, without us marveling at the blessing God has given us when He added you to our family.